My sister,
bless her
has an afinity
bordering on insanity
For Flamingos
Their feathers of pink
make her unable to think
and the length of their leg
can cause her to beg
For Flamingos
Their beaks are so yellow
they turn her to jello
her loyalty’s unquestioned
her love hasn’t lessened
For Flamingos
But the truth will come out
of that there’s no doubt
I’m not calling her names
since I feel the same
For Flamingos
For Margo
May 20, 2013 at 9:14 pm (fact, family, poetry, storytelling)
Tags: art, bad poetry, bird, family, Flamingo, humor, love, silliness, sisters, Young-adult fiction
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