Cinnamon Penguins

Cinnamon Penguins

“He was bein’ peachy ma’am.”

That’s what the suit told her, he had a theory.

 

It was Sunday, I was eating cinnamon toast crunch and he came with his theory.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d be willing to go through the process.”

He had to ask when will wasn’t on my mind, let alone in me.

 

I had a pretty messed up weekend- can’t remember the date.

“At least I encouraged dad.”

He was allergic to cars, but he was always right.

Now in these late years, I had a choice to hug him.

It wasn’t a job though they said it was.

 

“Excuse me, no dead members allowed in this room-”

I handed him the phone- way too many wrong calls.

(Probably the penguin)

Hours went by, worries came.

I told him there are no penguins in Mexico.

He wept.