Fed-up Flamingo
Distraught and beady-eyed,
the shy, fed-up flamingo
frowned at her image
in the water down below.
"Why me?" she cried,
as she peered and sighed
at her backward knees
and purple-webbed toes.
"I hate being a flamboyant,
fluorescent freak.
How I wish I could be sophisticated,
elegant, and sleek.
I just want to hide!
Humph!
There's no chance of that,
everyone knows,
not with these garish wings,
pink feathers for clothes!
Oh, if only they could be shiny and black,
refined and glistening,
like the ravens and crows!"
as she peered and sighed
at her backward knees
and purple-webbed toes.
"I hate being a flamboyant,
fluorescent freak.
How I wish I could be sophisticated,
elegant, and sleek.
I just want to hide!
Humph!
There's no chance of that,
everyone knows,
not with these garish wings,
pink feathers for clothes!
Oh, if only they could be shiny and black,
refined and glistening,
like the ravens and crows!"
