Holy penguins bow into the wind
black and white penguins
wait for penguin friends
tiny penguins with tiny penguin's caps
drink penguin beer from the penguin's taps
grasp a penguins flipper
take her out to dinner
dance the penguin shuffle
hide her in your duffle
bag
and when you both come home
offer her a chilly room
colder than an iceberg
(kept cold by moshe steinberg)
tell her she's a nice-berg
can't think to rhyme with iceberg
none the less
let's hail the penguins' coming
and give them fish or something
something penguins just adore
everybody flop
flop flop upon the floor
let's do the penguin squirm
twisting squirming dancing
like a worm
but do not let them vote
or learn to drive a boat
they will want to change our system
take money from the congressmen
but they will they will they will
they'll stop the global warming
for alas they are our darlings
we love our lovely penguins
and we lovely truly hope
they smoke the very best
lovely penguin dope
so if you see a waddling penguin
strike up a waddling conversation
or roll a great big fatty
say "HEY BIRD I"M you’re daddy"
and do the penguin shuffle
yeah do the penguin shuffle
c'mon now everybody
you ain't alone
hear that saxaphone
do the penguin shuffle
yeah

as editor of this blog i have taken it upon myself
to amend the poem above
knowing the importance of such statements in the world of letters
it was incumbent upon me to suggest improvements
to the overall structure and sound of the poem
i should hope that the poet who submitted this poem
will take heed of my editorial amendments
and consider them acts of friendship
the author of the poem goes by the
very strange appellation
ANON ANONO
whatever in hell that means
anyway
the pome of the day