A Friendly Meeting on the Shore

Pen-gu-in, my darling friend, whyfore monochromatic?

I do not know, Orang-Utan, why must you be dramatic?

It is my nature, I suppose, to use words mellifluous.

But must you use a bullhorn? Well, thanks for telling us.

I must pose! I must preen! I must waltz matilda!

Compose yourself, emotic friend, while I a meringue build-a.

I wish to travel! And to sail! I wish to meet and greet!

I have but silk and satin, may I sew you to a sheet?

Come sit by me, and pour the wine, of adventures I'll regale you!

I brought a slide show and reflector, my tales will prevail, too!

Ah, let's not fight, our quibbles rest, t'would lead to prevarication.

Agreed my dear, if we would fight, our future's lamentation.

Let us discourse the kinder things, a challenge of delight.

Grand idea! Let's dance a jig, and opera we'll recite!

My voice-like box is rusty, I cannot croak a note.

I cannot prance in leotards, so may I stroke a goat?

Perhaps I'll play recorder, or strum a xylophone.

My tricycle is broken, I'll hum in monotone.

Ah, fie, the day is young, my friend, let's gambol with elation!

Sounds like a plan, I'll raise a glass to our non-inebriation!

Did you bring some scissors? My long hair needs a trim.

I'll peruse a tome of logic; change comes from within.

The clouds approach, here comes a storm! It brings precipitation.

We'll hide ourselves in cockle shells, and practice our crustacean.

I am afraid, friend avian, wanes sun and conversation.

Then merry part, till meet again, 'tween pause and correlation!