Parky the penguin felt so low,
He didn’t really like the snow,
Or the blustery winds that blow
Across his icy world.
Parky the penguin thought that he
Would find a boat and go to sea,
He needed to be wild and free,
Gone from his icy world.
Parky the penguin sailed away,
Spotted a sunny sandy bay,
Where he could laze around all day.
Unlike his icy world.
Parky the penguin got so hot,
And could not find one shady spot,
He knew he was a daft crackpot,
Leaving his icy world.
Parky the penguin hitched a ride,
On a tiny raft, narrow not wide,
And reaching home, had verified,
He’d missed his icy world.
Parky the penguin hugged his Mum,
Then skidded off upon his tum,
His escapade was not humdrum,
Nor was his icy world.
© Ernestine Northover
You never cease to amaze. What a lovely story, very like Edward Lear. Andrew x
Hans Christian Anderson, is smiling down upon you today! Excellent work...Virtually flawless metre....solidly crisp yet smooth structural command. You, young lady & your quasi-diverse poetic largess, never, ever cease to impress & pleasure my literary senses. ~ FjR ~ .2008..
love to draw this one, not perfect but near perfect..lol. I love to see penguins walking..I love this, Ern.. a lovley piece
Humour always attracts me to a poet. I love this type of humour. It's such a lovely poem. Look me up some time. I also write situational comic poetry Kindest Regards Steve
A wonderful message wrapped in an enjoyable poem. You said something in your biography about you not being a poet. I respectfully disagree. Ron
Hi Ernestine At last I've found the time to read something, your style seems very similar to my own and I like this one very much, poor old parky. kind regards David
Hi Ernestine, Kids will love this, one for future generations I feel....very well written and enjoyable to read...thanks for this..Great poem best wishes Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its true M lady we look far and wide only to find what we need on our owm doorstep