The March Of The Penguins
Raise your beer to the Emperor daddies
this summer, and toss that steak on the grill.
They’ll be simmering their unborn
between their toes and the fat
of their dwindling bellies,
taking turns on the outside of
a windchilled minus 100 huddle
– their wives 70 miles away, haggling
with the grocer over bacon and beans.
Jannie Funster
Posted over on her site Jannie Funster
where we discover she "will work for beer and donuts",
and that the terrific poem above is part of her
55 Flash Fiction Friday; exactly 55 words--a
challenge for any poet.
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