Pick Up A
It’s not too parky, standing here
In penguin suit and spats:
I’ll do my best to look sincere,
And hope for placky sprats.
I cannot waddle, cannot honk
(It sticks inside my gizzard),
I’ll sit and smile, a sixties gonk
Pretending it’s a blizzard.
I think the public will be fooled
By each engaging feather:
I’m sure I won’t be ridiculed.
We’re all in this together.
And though I’m polypropylene
Or polyvinyl chloride,
I’ll look as if I puff and preen,
And hope to trick the four-eyed.
All penguins are a Tory blue,
All blubber and bombastic –
And they have nasty peckers too,
And all of them are plastic.
