Popguin Patrol
By: Aviantei
The commanding officer points ahead
And they commence their assault
Slipping, sliding streets
As if concrete were but ice
Even without an emperor to lead
The popguins proceed
Flailing, flapping flippers
To rule beyond their natural climate
[Author's Notes]
This poem is a shout out to Chronic Guardian, for inside joke reasons that I hope he understands.
Next set of poems in two Saturdays' time!
-Avi
[03.09.2020]