MARCH OF THE PENGUINS
Cause they can't fly?
Out of control at Peter Pigeon's Pub
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Listen to the Music of Their MARCH
There is no control over these guys. Walking into the refrigerator just to find twenty naked penguins half drunk or in some other state of disrepair. In fact, five of them were covered in bandages and carried their crutches with trepidation.
Peter, I screamed, "What the heck happened to you guys last night?
"Well boss," Peter belched as he loweered his sunglasses while chewing his seven-inch Cuban cigar, "it's a long story"
"So start from the beginning," I steamed. " Peter you know , today we are supposed to lead our migraton of one million back to Antartica for the first time in decades."
"Yup boss, I know, but the gang decided to paint the town red last night - and we ended up at Peter Pigeon's Pub until three with too much whiskey in our jars. At the end of the night, the pigeons challenged us to a flying contest. Well. Ernie, Dave and all the rest took them up on it.
They tried to fly off the roof and fell flat on their butts and went straight to Emergency."
"Ya see boss, they have no control, because they are Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart's Club Band, and they always hope you would enjoy their show.
And you have been such a lovely audience that they would love to take you home. They would just like to take you home."
"C'mon Peter let's cut to the gist here. These guys are not keeping pace with their companions as they are marching to the beat of a different drummer. So you believe the boys should march to the beat that they hear; how ever measured or Far Away?"
"May I quote you boss?"
T A McNeil
September 29, 2012
Toronto, ON
" Let them march to beat they hear, how ever measured or far away"
Also Funny to watch with "Whiskey in the Jar" - Enjoy!
