A poem I wrote when I was in second grade. I love this so much, and thought it would make for a cute post:
What if penguins danced to jazz on your best book while eating perfect pizza as though they were hypnotized?
What if penguins ran the giant track ,then swam two laps of backstroke and jumped off the diving board and hit their heads on the baby pool floor?
What if penguins went to the gymnasium and did the best backflips until they got dizzy and fainted?
What if penguins were cheerleaders and were throwing purple pom-poms as though they wanted to create a fight?
What if peace was penguins quietly sleeping while hugging their teddy bears, making no noise?