Because dolorous_ett asked for it...

... here is the poem about an Antarctic scientist with a penguin fetish that I wrote for a bad poetry party some years ago. (It earned me some measure of fame in my graduate department, but is otherwise useful for absolutely nothing.)

A Tragic Lament for Muriel (The Penguin)

Dear Muriel, I must leave you now,
Though it breaks my heart in pieces;
But I have a wife and kids in Alabama
Who are of my own species.

( In the icy Antarctic night / I found comfort in your feathers )