Penguin Love Knot Sealed - Monty, Mabel And Willy Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The wind was keening on the ice,
Billowing with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The snow drifts fluffed and light-
And to make things crisp and nice
Plumped ice sheets for the Penguins' sake.

The sea was rime as rhyme could be,
The rocks were smooth as smooth
As Monty preened a tap-dance
To let prospective lovers see
Groovy slippery flipper moves
Over easy egg without mischance.

Thinking of little happy-footed patter
And shuffling pie-bald down the aisle
A star-struck young bird named Mabel
Whose heart had begun to flutter
Watching Monty's Eggnam style
Told him she was up-for-it and able.

But Willy the seal was lolloping
With mischief and worse on his mind
Of having it off while doing his thing:
‘Hornithological mollocking'!
He wasn't the purist of seals of his kind
When he saw the chance of a casual fling

He had no business to be there
A cad amongst the rookery
'It's very rude of him, ' young Mabel said
'To interpose his blubber here
When courtship's strictly birdily
For lifetime bonds when once we wed".

Now Willy pounced or rather rollicked
Seizing Monty as he upped the dance
And squashed him in a fierce embrace
That dropped him as he frolicked
While Mabel gawked at this advance,
Squawking of an inter-trans-disgrace!

'I weep for you, Chilly Willy said:
'I deeply sympathize.'
As with ersatz tears he padded out
And left poor Monty iced and weak
While Mabel dried her streaming eyes
And pecked him squarely on the beak.

'O Monty, ' said the Emperor's daughter,
"My lips and yours are sealed
Come home with me and be the one".
No answer though was brought her
As this was just what fate revealed
When Willy left, young Monty followed on.