THE CODFATHER

Start the year with something lighthearted from my poet's-ark poster collection.


 THE PENGUIN MAFIA

Penguins look like small fat men
in dinner-suits awaiting lunch.
They shuffle to and fro on ice,
their webbed feet going
crunch,
crunch,
crunch.

They could be gangsters, penguin-style,
but which fat penguin is the Don?
The landscape may be white as snow
but something fishy’s going on.

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