a tribute to পেংগুইন of Madagascar
please মতামত it my first artical
What us অনুরাগী have joined together let no writer rip asunder
পেংগুইন of Madagascar অনুরাগী of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
যোগদান together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I প্রণয় them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live পেংগুইন of Madagascar
আপনি will never be forgotten
please মতামত it my first artical
What us অনুরাগী have joined together let no writer rip asunder
পেংগুইন of Madagascar অনুরাগী of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
যোগদান together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I প্রণয় them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live পেংগুইন of Madagascar
আপনি will never be forgotten
This is my first অনুরাগী fiction. Hope আপনি enjoy it! Oh, and if আপনি were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my প্রথমপাতা could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt অথবা a grocery store. Still, the only good খাবার I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The দেওয়াল belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my প্রথমপাতা could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt অথবা a grocery store. Still, the only good খাবার I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The দেওয়াল belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
