Penguin Therapy

They slip, they slide,

 

They spin and twirl.

 

Then up again for another whirl.

 

They exist, quite simply,

 

With such boundless joy;

 

Though their wings flap quite limply

 

Like a child’s broken toy.

 

Their antics inspire me to get up again and win

 

For it’s hard to feel angry when one looks at a penguin.