Ode to the Flaming

My flamingo, you inspire me to write

I love the way you flap, look and wallow,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the temple of apollo.

Let me compare you to a slim balloon?

You are more pleasing, busy and bouncy.

Dim sun heats the ideal peaches of June,

And summertime has the clucking pouncey.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your grim elbows and attitude.

Thinking of your mim eyebrows fills my days.

My love for you is the skim altitude.

Now I must away with a flouncy heart,

Remember my good words whilst we're apart