The days are dull, a boring color of white
Flat and sheer as far as the eye can see.
Excitement fills the chilly air tonight
A show of lights will influence the jubilee.
The sun closes its searing eyes at last
And slips beneath the covers of the waves.
Tuxedos fitted so that none can surpass
A night extravagant their hearts will engrave.
The northern lights dance across the sky
Blues, pinks, and greens set the mood.
The ball that comes often but doesn't die
They slip and slide where love is brewed.
Their home is no longer white and aloof
But is alive with the dual annual dance.
They flash their orange necks as if in proof
That there shouldn't be any resistance.
Tuxedos wet but not ruined at the end of night
And no one goes home without an escort
The ball is done, welcome the dull, white light
As the pairs of penguins begin to court.
Silver trophy winner
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