The Penguin

  January 17, 2003

Consider the penguin.
He is a gentleman;
He wears a black tuxedo
And refuses to fly
(Says that flying carries
No dignity).


Instead he sits on a rock
In the heart of murmuring winter
And dreams of cigars and hot coffee
Being served somewhere
Across an icy ocean.


< | Poetry Archive | >

Poetry


All content © 2000-2012 by A. Baylin, unless different authorship indicated.  All rights reserved.  Created on Apple Macintosh.  Powered by Movable Type 2.62.

RSS (Main)