The Penguin (sonnet)

A poem about my love for penguins

The flightless bird has been forced to waddle

An eternal frown upon it's great beak

Forced to walk around a mere pop bottle

Always fearing the talent of a geek

It's cousin the puffin laughs in it's face

The penguin looks up at his flying friend

He thinks that the puffin is a disgrace

He hopes that flying's just a passing trend

The puffin just mocked, to spite the large bird

No being could calm the penguins deep rage

He telled at the puffin till he was heard

Then sent the flyer to an early grave

That is how the penguins tale went by

His life still went on, though he could not fly