There is a flamingo
in my shower
and he's splashing
all about.
I told him
to be quiet
but all he does
is shout.
Mom came
and saw us
and said
we must
get out.
Then she turned about,
slammed the door,
"Clean up the wet towels
and the footprints
on the floor!"
This poem definitely is a draft. Have a fun Saturday, write on! This poem was written at the inspiration of my friend Linda Anderson. Thanks for a fun idea, Linda.
Thanks for saying that I inspired this poem idea. I love the thought of a flamingo in the shower. It's a great image and a colorful one too.
ReplyDeleteI agree, funny to imagine, Joy, although Mom isn't so pleased! Nice story in this short poem. See you soon!
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