Penguin Poems - Poems about Penguin

Late Springtime Hiku 18 late springtime glaciers drifting in Southern O ~c ~e ~a...

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Spiffed up in my tux and looking so cool My, how the ladies do titter and drool I strut about to entice Fell on my bum on the ice ...

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he grew up like anyone else he was just the same except he was blest to know the name of the black and white seabird with the blubber layer and when that bird went down he said a prayer there was no sound none that anyone could hear but he felt the Secret Penguin's presence near it's true that waddling wonder was never found that polar pirate had...

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the sky was cold and grey when yesterday you told me where the Secret Penguin lay in bygone years they say he was a sight the avian conundrum in black and white operating in ice-cold frozen stealth he redistributed the ocean's wealth some say he went down in a bullet hail trying to save a hunted humpback whale his misty memory lives down under he left us with much more...

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He grew up like anyone else. He was just the same - except, he was blest to know the name of the black and white seabird with the blubber layer, and when that bird went down, he said a prayer. There was no sound, none that anyone could hear, but he felt the...

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The sky was cold and grey, when, yesterday, you told me where the Secret Penguin lay. In bygone years, they say, he was a sight, the avian conundrum in black and white. Operating in ice-cold, frozen stealth, he redistributed the ocean's wealth. Some say he went down in a bullet hail, trying to save a hunted humpback whale. His...

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at a patio table sat a pangolin and penguin pondering and there they pursued under a parasol perusing diving with questions delving for answers they had a universe in front of them unpicked undone suited and solved by the pangolin and penguin ...

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Chilly the Penguin reached his shop and checked his bunch of keys He opened up his clothing store and hoped that he could please A spider came in from the cold, some winter wear to choose He told the penguin shopkeeper, “I need much warmer shoes.” “Would that be four matching pairs?” the shopkeeper enquired The spider looked surprised and...

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The Great Northern Road Trip is meant to follow Highway 2 from Washington to Maine. That’s how it was drawn up…that is how it is known but along the way (Seattle, Olympic, Glacier, Banff) we’ve tried to make this trip our own. Today we were back on Highway 2 heading to Havre (pronounced Have-er), Montana which should make the...

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Pirate penguin had a song in his oversized heart It was singing and chiming in a new kind of art. He investigated the plank and laughed with a lark. Now we wait for a crocodile, he said to first mate McBark....

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I once knew a penguin named Frank. Who had a big problem. He drank. He got a full snout. His wife threw him out. And now he's asleep in “the tank.” ...

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I don't follow many sports. I'm boring you see. Samantha, my cat, does apparently. In these Pennsylvania winters of snow and ice, I may have watched hockey, once or twice. I had a penguin ornament on my Christmas tree, which suddenly vanished mysteriously.. It was as cute as it could be, with a little Santa hat and scarf to greet me. Some time ago...

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She said she saw a penguin. Right there on the TV, But when I looked an albatross, Was all that I could see. She said she saw a walrus, On the living room floor, But all I saw was an elephant, Standing at the door. She said she saw a blunderbuss, Aiming right at me, But all I saw was the last thing, That I did...

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In the backyard I built a penguin feeder In the hopes of becoming a breeder But I have yet to spot A penguin on my lot So I hired an aquatic cheerleader At first she attracted a duck and a wren So I quickly built a large penguin pen But after ten days I sent her away When she only drew in, fishy smelling...

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Adelie penguins, dear little things, black on your backs, black on your wings, round white tummies and flat pink feet, your waddle is funny and so is your squeak. When you dive in the water and porpoise around, jumping back on your feet when you land on the ground, it’s a penguin I’d be, if a bird I would choose, wearing dinner-suit feathers and flappy pink shoes. ...

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