Lying in the weak sunlight.
Rolling on fatsides,
He yops and goes yopping
as he shows off his slide.
Getting into position to mate.
Randomly blowing air out and in...
Oh my is that a grin.
Dancing whiskers,
almost as long as guitar strings.
In his beady eyes,
lies contempt for humble penguins...
And their simple no frills lives.
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