Penguins at Play

It was a warm sunny summers day,

And the penguins went out to laugh and play

But after a while they felt hot and bothered

And a cool location was to be discovered.

They sought shade under a sycamore tree

But were scared away by a bumble bee;

They searched for a pond in the park

But one of them claimed they saw a shark.

Sullenly they returned to the house

But were startled by a chattering mouse

It said “Quick, follow me into the garage,

I found something while I was on the forage”

They were no longer afraid to explore

So the penguins sneaked under the door

In the cool dark building they were intrigued

By a mass of piping, bottles and homemade mead.

They ran between the pipes ahead

And all dove into a big dank keg

They swam and drank so much black sheep

That refreshed and drunk, they fell asleep.

In the morning they woke up yawning

Because they heard each other snoring

They looked around, they were all caught

In a bottle of beer stopped with a cork!

This poem was inspired by the beautiful Rachael Harrison.
She informed the world of her dream of Penguins in Bottles and I had to write about it!
She drew this wonderful picture of her dream, and I used it as inspirado!