Dear 100 Hour Bored,
A penguin flies into the Writer's Lair wearing a sombrero. Why is he there, and what does he say?
-The Greatest Auk
Why does he come? What does he say?
Why did he fly to the front of the fray?
"Amigos, yo vine de Argentina—
I can't understandish—I sprechen no Spanish—
But tunnels, they mumble and grumble and rumble.
As soon as they start, the tremors all vanish
I realize the goings-on's something outlandish.
The penguin is calling the worms to assist.
So southward they tunnel. They turn and they twist
And hurriedly, violently carve through the crust.
They dig like torpedos—they're very robust.
In an hour of fury, they finally appear
"Worms is coming! It cannot no eating!"
CATS complains as it scampers in fear
While now-flightless penguins all raise a good cheer.
-100 Hour Bard