Broken penguins
We climbed that fained ladder
The one that drives up toward heaven
Curiosity made our grip certain
A friend jumped off and sense was lost
Down he went four hundred metres
Into a deep blue pool comfortably cold
The splash was quickly absorbed by the moving shapes in the water
Penguins dirty penguins
They attached themselves to him
as he submerged
we pulled the penguins off of him
Penguins with plastic straw like bones
Houses and buildings swayed in the wind
frogs on the margin of the pool burped fire
changing colour and shape
The broken penguins layed scattered about
We needed to organize our things
get back on the road as the sun went down
The mayor of the town was Salvador Dali
Curfew would be enforced
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