Penguin Tales Poem by Garry Smith
Penguin Tales
The penguin woke me in the night,
Shattering shards of glass,
Resounded up the stairs,
And through cheap B&Q veneer.
Naked I sprang,
From soapy dreamworld,
And grabbed a dumbell,
Armed myself with a second,
To hurl at my bedroom invader.
And then seige interrupted,
By late night Radio One.
Soap dish dancing in the bathroom,
On cracked Welsh slate,
The penguin had lost its goggles, again...
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