Not Enough Guns - The Night the Flamingos Revolted
By: Timothy Law
Oh goodness me
This should not be
Such a pink atrocity
So dim they seem
Passively dream
With feathers the color of off cream
Turn your eye
Toward the sky
Ask yourself the question why
The flock attack
Watch your back
Sick and tired of coping flack
Your neck's too long
I hate your song
Pink feathers are just so wrong
They flew in from the trees
Like a swarm of angry bees
We all cried out; "Don't kill me please!"
The sea ran red
As they pecked at our head
In a matter of moments, we all were dead
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