Emperor penguins are dressed to the nines,
cool arrangement of black tie, so fine,
look terribly formal,
for them this is normal,
going out, they will dance and will dine.
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I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
formal attire, limerick, Penguin Week, poem, poetry
December 1, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Love the light-hearted flow and tone of this one…and a very cute cartoon. 😉
December 1, 2011 at 5:27 pm
thanks Charles – penguins and light hearted go together, I think 🙂
December 1, 2011 at 2:59 pm
Oh, this series is too wonderful! hahaha
Thanks bluebee – glad you are enjoying it!
December 1, 2011 at 5:53 pm
Lovely cheerful poem. I’m enjoying your unusual theme. I just watched ‘Frozen Planet’ yesterday; it was the episode about Emperor Penguins. Amazing creatures.
December 2, 2011 at 11:56 am
What a coincidence – haha – Emperor Penguins have always been my favourite 🙂 Thanks Tilly
December 2, 2011 at 1:06 am
they do look like little men in smoking (black formal suit in case I do not have the right terminology…)
you are having a really cool week Gabrielle!
December 2, 2011 at 11:57 am
smoking suit, black tie – that’s right 🙂 thanks Benedicte
December 2, 2011 at 3:05 am
Great, Gabrielle. All they need now is a bow tie….
December 2, 2011 at 11:58 am
They decided against the bow tie many years ago Kate 😉 they are always pushing the envelope these penguins!
December 2, 2011 at 3:12 am
Lovely, Gabrielle! I noticed they are wearing orange ear muffs against the antarctic cold!
December 2, 2011 at 11:59 am
haha – yes, to stop the noise of the howling winds 🙂
December 2, 2011 at 8:39 am
Formal is normal for them. They probably look at humans and think – ‘They are always so underdressed.’ I imagine they’re all quite posh and well-mannered. I am loving penguin week.
December 2, 2011 at 12:00 pm
haha – yes, I can just imagine them, when they first met the scruffy explorers ‘oh dear, what have we here’ nose in the air 🙂 thanks Selma
December 2, 2011 at 11:25 am
i better not tell my cat f scott fitzgerald that there are other creatures with perhaps a finer tuxedo than the one he wears as he yawns and sips his bubbly with caviar, but ah ha! he blinks and says, ‘i know them. fine chaps. friends of mine.’
December 2, 2011 at 12:01 pm
Bwhahahahaha – f scott fitgerald is such a handsome cat 🙂 you must be so proud (he looks like he is from a James Bond movie – ‘shaken not stirred’ meiow.)
December 2, 2011 at 4:51 pm
definitely one of the handsomest birds, always dressed to kill (or in this case, dine)!
December 2, 2011 at 6:37 pm
haha – wish I had thought of that for my limerick (dressed to kill) 😉
December 7, 2011 at 9:26 am
Very sweet mood in this poem!
December 7, 2011 at 11:14 am
That’s what penguins do to me Aletha 🙂
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