There are penguins in my freezer,
taking a cold shower,
but how they got there,
I do not know.
They steal Sandra's sanity,
hour by hour,
till none is left.
And she has to hunt them down,
to get it back.
She tries to kill them off,
but they keep returning.
So she just sits there and stares,
at the penguins in the freezer,
taking a cold shower.
~*~ Jill ~*~
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
this seems a poem of guilt about eating dead birds
and mammals stored in the freezer.
God give everyone grace to stop eating animals.
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