There’s penguins everywhere
But fewer penguinesses
Though next to penguinesses
Male penguins are quite rare
Do penguins feel less care
Than female penguinesses
And could those penguinesses
Be prey to more distresses?
Penguins entwined
Look so divine
But to caresseses
Girl penguinesses
Aren’t inclined, you’ll find
Penguins unwind
With vintage wines
In cafés with their chums
But give penguinesses
Rough red, just as it comes!
When penguins meet by chance
With lady penguinesses
Their game must be, one guesses
A musical statues dance
For penguins dare not glance
When faced with penguinesses
And spiteful penguinesses
Just hate the way they prance
Young penguins try
To paint an eye
With oils and cosmetics
Young penguinesses
Would rather die than dye!
If a penguin’s got
The slightest spot
Out come the cold compresses
Which strike penguinesses
As girlish excesses!
And past your field of view
Of penguins, penguinesses
A shady crowd processes
Along the avenue
Who are they? Here’s a clue
Penguins and penguinesses
As on his stroll each presses
Look just like people do
Penguins, people, on you beetle
Live just like queens, I pray
To shake your rump that way
Really isn’t needful
Penguins, people, on you beetle
When all else goes astray
Only ‘I love you’s stay
Quite undeceitful