He was such a puny penquin
That he was often overmatched,
When sibling wrestling would begin,
Or other rough house plans were hatched.
His brothers and sisters soon grew
To be at least double his size,
Their feathers looked different, too,
Like tuxedos, without bow ties.
Being the runt of the litter,
Was a disappointment to him,
Needing someone as a sitter,
When siblings were learning to swim.
“Don’t go too close to the ice edge,
Or hungry seals may drag you in.”
His mother made him take a pledge,
Wagging her wee wing neath his chin.
“Life is so terribly boring,”
To himself he often complained.
He spent much of his day snoring,
While the others were being trained.
Everyone learned to dive and swim,
And band together in a group.
That is, everyone but him,
Who couldn’t do a sliding loop.
Neither could he ski down a hill,
Flapping his flippers in the air.
“So what if I do take a spill,”
He said, “You never treat me fair.”
His mother warned him, “Don’t talk back!”
Then, with the rest, she’d walk away,
And he’d watch them at Seal Attack,
Their most favorite game to play.
Then, one day, it happened for real,
A bull seal climbed onto the floe.
As trained, the warning went out, “Seal!”
You should have seen those penquins go.
All in a group, they ran so fast,
The huge bull seal was losing ground.
No penquin wanted to be last,
Webbed feet making a slapping sound.
The little penquin saw it all,
From the mouth of his tiny cave.
When he saw his poor mother fall,
He jumped out and started to wave.
From the corner of his black eye,
The seal caught the wild commotion.
Wondering why that white seal pup,
Wasn’t swimming in the ocean.
Well, the little guy saved the day,
By distracting that hungry seal.
All of the penquins got away,
With the seal deprived of a meal.
Of course, the seal pup didn’t know
He wasn’t a penquin at all;
And now that he was a hero,
He and his siblings had a ball.
Will and Thelma Penguin
© Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
Two penguins in the frozen land,
No grass have their feet felt,
Waddle about on the ice,
Nothing green with which to wipe their
Hello Nelly, oooooh way too cold.
Will and Thelma Penguin were their names,
Native to this cold and desolate land.
Swim in the ocean, look for fish,
Stand around the rest of the day.
But these two did get cold,
As Thelma was about to an egg lay.
So to the Easter Isles they went,
Where they lolled upon the beach,
Eating warm water fish.
Soon little Enoch came around,
Then it was Izzac, Mary and little Whim.
A whole colony soon was there
They did not have to wear
Their Artic underwear.
But the scientists thought it odd
And did ship them all home.
So now Will and Thelma stand,
On their small piece of this