I took a workshop on Shakespearan improv and they had us write a sonnet with a prompt of penguins.
Is it a perfect sonnet? LOL no.
Have it anyways:
They say the penguin cannot fly, and yet —
You join me in the pilot’s cabin now.
Stood before the console to lose their bet
Underspecified, never asking how
If not over-under your own power,
Topsy-turvy diodes pedals controls,
Wings you’re not born with turned to the tower,
List’ning for radio on angled bowls.
Preflight checks completed, penguins seated
Engines waking only to dream again
Of impossibility once defeated
Never seems so firm a never again
Hark! A penguin! Taken up to the sky.
Wings for water move wings for air, now fly.
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