Once upon a time, in a cold, snowy, and windy part of Antarctica, there lived a little penguin named Puddles. Puddles was just like any…
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As I walk through the shades of trees near the campsite,
I looked up and saw the beauty of the night.
I paused a while, smiled, and lay down on the grass,
Then felt uncomfortable and released a gas.
I blushed hoping she did not notice,
As she was mesmerizing like an Indian lotus;
I took a deep breath as I smelled her perfume;
And that quickly took away my gloom.
While staring at her I hummed a song,
She finally noticed me, smiled, and singalong.
She was enchanting, with her curly golden hair and long white dress;
Nobody compares and she seems hard to impress;
But I was able to catch her attention,
Her eyes were sparkling with hopes of my intention.
We spent the evening together without track of time,
Singing, laughing, and even debating the psychoanalytic paradigm.
Then a big flash of light beamed toward us,
Her brother approaching, she left me hanging with lots to discuss.
She ran swiftly and disappeared from the fog,
I tried running after her but was caught in the bog.
A man loomed forward and carried me to dryland,
He touched my nose and instantly I was in slumberland.
As I woke up, she was already gone but at my side, her brother stayed.
I dared asked about her, even if I was afraid;
He told me that she can only visit once a month,
Till then I must wait and bear the brunt.
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