Listening to every heart
It Was Pink Flamingoed
Imagine if you will, my friends
my genuine, ultimate surprise,
when riding home from work tonight
such a sight before my eyes.
A yard had been decorated
by someone’s friend, I trust
had it been done to my yard friends,
a treasured jaw’d be bust.
In bright profusion standing round
were Pink Flamingos in the ground!
Pink flamingos, not one or two,
looking ‘round, there were quite a few!
Now I looked and looked and could not see
a tropical paradise, nary a tropical tree...
stuck in the middle of Kansas for all to see
Pink Flamingos, probably twenty-three!
A sign in Pink [what other color, no?]
proclaimed to all “You’ve been Flamingoed!”
Redundant at best, the sign said it was so,
now I’m hunting addresses for ‘Deer and Toe!
28 October 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow