Poetry for the Flamin Go

Where did all the Flamin Go
With their feathery soft pinky Glow
Are they hiding in a cardboard Box?
As often used by the cunning Urban Fox
We need to know. We need to know

.
I did hear that Genghis Khan
Kept many in a Big Pink Barn
And folk I’m told do often say
He ate several of them on Christmas Day.

In the past they often stood upon one leg
Much like my Auntie . . . Great Auntie Meg
Although she is inclined to slip and fall
Inevitably leading to a 999 Emergency Call
But the Emergency services are not happy
And say she needs to Stop
And needs to learn to walk
Rather than try to Hop.
But I’m distracted now
Because we still don’t know
Where did all the Flamin Go
With their feathery soft pinky Glow
I really think we need to know
We need to know
We need
.
To
.
Know

.

What’s that Skippy
They have fallen down the old mine shaft

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