Mr. Popper's Legacy

Icebox home away from home
Popsicle neighbors
Rock-hard steaks forbiddingly
Menacing the night
The black, foreign night of the icebox
New home to penguin, lover, dom.

Hrinovard, the bard
Rose to raise his glass
To the Emperor
And told a chilling tale.

There once was a penguin named Chuck
Who, with his hard beak, could fuck
Said he, "Hey, I'm no thug"
'Cause I made me this plug
Of froze herrings from out of the muck.

His lust for K, the woman of beach
And mystery, of scars and stars,
Drove him into the deep,
The black deep sea
To slake his thirst for soft pink
Flesh
Her flesh,
Beaked and flippered red.

The herring sang
Muffled in her ass.