A/N: *These poems may/may not seem like poesía and más like responses, but what do tu expect….penguins' wrote it, lol. XD

Also, each chapter will be a poem written in the characters own P.O.V. [Point Of View] and as IF they, THEMSELVES, knew how to read and write decent poems in their own 'PenguinWay', and the text inbetween these text characters [EXAMPLE: / ... /] are additional side comentarios that will be provided por The Penguins—for humorous reasons...because there is plot behind these poems...[To Sum Up. Private thought it'd be an excellant idea that each member of the pingüino, pingüino de Team write a poem to the best of their abilities, which should allow them to get to know one another better than before]...if por any chance the comentarios made por the Penguins irratates any reader, then let me know, and I'll replace it with a poem with no side comentarios just strictly poetry.) XD *

Disclaimer: I am sure everyone knows that I do not own these characters o the show. I may have changed each character's purpose from the series por accident and purposely, but its close enough to what I think is what the character would have said; plus, that's why they call this type of article, FanFiction.

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I AM, Skipper, 'The Leader'.

I WONDER…when will that deranged Ring-Tail stamp his royal behind 'send to MADAGASCAR' where he originally belongs.

I HEAR…that offensive, annoying racket every...single...DAY, which the Ring-Tail calls 'music'!

I SEE…me and my team of specially-trained operatives becoming stronger and más skilled each and every day.

I WANT…to complete every mission thrown at me and my team with SUCCESS as the outcome.

I AM, Skipper.
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I PRETEND…to be 'cute and cuddly' to fool any lower mammals, especially the ones called 'humans' and my reasons are to be remained CLASSIFIED.

I FEEL…like a strong, graceful Kung-Fu Warrior
/ S:"Hi-Yah!…..Pe-Ting." /.

I TOUCH…this deck of cards so I can play 'Stomp The Wombat' with my crew during our down-time.

I WORRY…about my team, my friends, and…well, most importantly, ME.

I CRY …
/ S:"Wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa…" /
A real MACHO-MANLY man does not, and I repeat DOES NOT cry…NEVER!
/ S: "Monster Trucks…WhoHA." /

I AM, Skipper.
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I UNDERSTAND…that 'FORCE' is a universal language.

I SAY…"closing time" are the two most sweeter words known to man o beast.

I DREAM about NOTHIN' cause that's CLASSIFIED too…no one, and I mean NO ONE, shall know what I dream about…not even me…since there are potential enemies that could be watching my every move…comprendé.

I TRY…my absolute BEST—ALWAYS & ALLTHE TIME—'cause that's what soldiers are suppose to do.
I HOPE …me and my crew will continue to have many, many, many, many, MANY más missions together…capish.

I AM, SKIPPER, "Leader" of this squad stationed at Central Park Zoo…
/ S: "…..& tu DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING THAT I WROTE…did ya? Cause this is top, top, tippy-top, top-top-top, parte superior, arriba SECRET." /
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[A/N: *Skipper's Poem was written short on purpose because at the end of this little poesía fic (or after Skipper wrote unnecessary side comentarios on the rest of his team *cough...Kowalski, Rico, & Private...and maybe Marlene too...*)

...Skipper's Poem will be re-done por his team (& maybe Marlene will join)

...So, fans of Skipper do not fret! His team will make many unnecessary comentarios as payback...eh, well tu you'll soon see.] XD


XD "Excellanté" XD
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