I was only nine years old
I loved Pingu so much
I had all the merchandise
I prayed to Pingu every night
Thanking him for the life I have been given
"Pingu is love," I'd say. "Pingu is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Pingu.
I called him a cunt.
Then he slapped me and sent me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
It's Pingu.
I'm so happy.
He whispers in my ear, "noot noot."
He grabs me with his slippery penguin flippers and puts me on my hands and knees.
I am ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Pingu.
He penetrates my butt-hole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Pingu.
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water.
I push against his force.
I want to please Pingu.
He noots a mighty "NOOT!" as he fills my butt with love.
My dad walks in.
"what the fuck?"
Pingu looks him straight in the eyes and says, "it's all NOOT NOOT now."
Pingu leaves through my window.
Pingu is love, Pingu is life.
