Sweep Love Poem by Angela Wybrow

I once went to visit Edinburgh Zoo –
The penguin enclosure, I went to view;
One of the penguins made me laugh,
Because his behaviour was so daft!

To the Keeper’s broom, he’d taken a shine,
And followed it round all of the time;
He followed it here – he followed it there:
About other things, he just did not care.

The Keeper’s broom, the penguin adored,
But, by the rest, the broom was ignored.
By the broom, the penguin was entranced,
But the rest never gave it a second glance.

Of the Keeper’s broom, he appeared very fond,
And, with the broom, he had formed a bond.
By the broom’s movement, he was hypnotised;
He was magnetised and he was mesmerised.

The penguin, he felt just a tiny bit vexed,
And gave the ‘creature’ the occasional peck.
The poor penguin seemed somewhat confused,
But, by what I saw, I felt somewhat amused.

I honestly couldn’t see the attraction,
Or understand such a strange reaction.
I stood there watching him for a short while,
And my face couldn’t help but form a smile.