Bird-Artists-Club

A caretaker of penguins at the aquarium brought Arturo, Who gave delight by simply saying hello, To the big convention for movies and games and comics. The talking penguin joined As a special guest on a mission to promote harmonic Relations instead of toys. Among the booths in which the vendors sold Knickknacks and studios previewed movies to behold, Arturo told a story about the isle From which he hailed to beauties In shimmering unitards, nerds with homely profiles, And children who seemed at ease. After evening came and cooled the city, Arturo lounged in the restaurant, nibbling fishy Morsels from a plate set down at the bar. Drunken revelers warbled And sang along with the penguin and proclaimed him a star. They offered the seabird a cordial. The duo returned to the convention center to partake In karaoke, and the Arturo sang about milkshakes. Folks laughed and cheered, then the duo left. In the convention center’s halls, A woman curled in an isolated corner and wept. The duo