Said the mother penguin to her chick,
“Bring your furry ass over here
I need to regurgitate
and make room for beer.”
“No, mom, no I want a pizza
A pizza eater I shall be.”
“No, son you’re a penguin.
A fish eater you’ll be.”
“You’ll be neither,” said the fishermen
as he harpooned them both.
“I’ll mince you and can you
For Penguins of the sea.”
“Bummer,” said the expiring penguins.
* – Best Poem at the Southern California Writers’ Conference – 2009. First such award in a decade