Maybe the title says it all – a poem of four words.
Coral, floral
Bingo, flamingo.
I kind of like it. But at the same time it feels like cheating, like I ought to put a little more effort into the thing. Here’s another one:
Ringo Flamingo
Has a long neck.
His plastic twin
Sits on your deck.
Maybe a little too obscure? Here’s another effort:
Oh what beauty!
I’m simply struck dumb
By the feathery fan
Of the flamingo’s bum
Droll! But kind of wonky in the rhythm. Shall we continue?
It’s really quite shocking
To see a black stocking
Covering the peak
Of the flamingo’s beak!
I’ll just keep going. You can’t stop reading at this point anyway.
Fling a flamingo
He’ll land on his feet
Those stick-like legs
Are kinda neat.
I’ve only got one more, so stick with me even though the poems are evidently not going to increase in quality.
Flamenco Flamingos
Dance till they drop
Whirling and twirling
They just can’t stop.
Brought to you by Como Park Zoo.
Blamenco Blamingo delete till you drop…
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