The Ballad of
Flamingo Rose
He loved a lass,
his Flamingo Rose
with her sick, skinny legs
and beak-like nose
With her soft pink hair,
like a summer's dawn
her putrid breath,
rancid eel and prawn
Now every eve
he goes to sea
crying, "Flamingo Rose!
Return to me!"
"Return to me,
I'll fricassee thee!
by John L. Blick,
noted poet and
poultry cook
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