The Penguin Birthday Poem
A candle glows across the snow,
Casting a bright and frosty glow,
On the front of an igloo, snow packed tight,
To keep its penguin warm at night.
Inside the igloo, smells waft and bake,
Scents of lemon, fish, and birthday cake.
November 23rd, 2006 at 12:37 pm
Ha ha ha! This comment is by evil me.