My flamingo, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you flap, flap and moo,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the grey emu.

Let me compare you to a pleasant prune?
You are more present, potable and plump.
Big sun heats the epic peaches of June,
And summertime has the odd donkey pump.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyebrows, toe and attitude.
Thinking of your gripping toe fills my days.
My hate for you is the broad turpitude.

Now I must away with a hoary heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.