The drunken penguin poem

There once was a penguin, so drunk and so bold

He'd waddle and stumble, and never grow old

He'd guzzle and gulp, and slur his words too

He was a sight, so comical and true

He'd sway and he'd dance, and hoot and holler

He'd fall and he'd flop, and then stand up taller

He thought he was cool, this drunken bird

But to everyone else, he was just absurd

So if you see a penguin, all stumbling and slurred

Just know that he's had one drink too many, it's occurred

He'll sleep it off, and be back to normal soon

But until then, he'll be singing and swooning, and acting like a buffoon