12.10.2003 :::
Josée's Penguin (Take 1)
I bought Josée a Penguin
From the record centre,
Down the block.
It doesn't fly, or say hi.
It's not real, it's like me.
Stuffed with cotton and words.
His name is Leopard. Because
He's not like me, a quick one.
She just said goodbye, to
Call her mum down the road.
At least that's what I'm told.
Her penguin, his name is Leopold.
More dignified. He's prettier than me.
Josée doesn't like monkies. They
Throw, what shouldn't be thrown.
They're like me, they don't belong.
Not in the cold weather up there.
I'm not a penguin. And I don't
Fly. I'm a prince, or a messy haired
Degenerate. Maybe that should be
Hyphened.
I bought Josée a Penguin. His
Name is General Ham. Why I cannot
Tell. He's an eccentric type, who
Plays the guitar. Not like me. He's
Neat, and cute, not like me.
He can't fly and he likes fish.
Not like me. I know she wants a penguin.
She told me in the victory dinner.
Maybe I'll buy her a girl Penguin.
She can fall in love with the General.
Her name will be PennyGwen. And
She'll waddle all the way to Canada.
But she'll be warm until she hits the snow.
I will send her a Penguin,
Because a Penguin's what I'm not.
::: posted by Matthew at 1:29 PM
