Hot Pink

A fine pair of legs it has to be said
Fuchsia pegs in hot rocker pink
Flamboyant queen, he or she,
Decidedly queer you have to agree
Fluffy boa thrown back in disdain
head held high, such a beautiful creature,
in sizzling coral, obsidian black,
But please be respectful; stand well back.

He makes his move, stepping gingerly forward,
first one foot, a knee bend, it’s just a tad awkward
like walking through mud in ones best shoes.
He lifts his wings to shoulder height
There’s a snap like a twig, then a vigorous flapping
He shakes out his feathers like the girl on TV
She’s worth it she says, and so is he
Stretching his wings, fanning a rainbow

Glancing regally over the crowd
Spectators gushing over birds in drag, what a fine array
They expect a display and he doesn’t disappoint
the watchers flock, gathered at the shore
pointing cameras, binoculars, excited natter
muffled by raucous avian chatter
a thousand birds, burps and slurps
Objections, ripostes, catcalls and chirps.

He begins his run, sticks his neck out and gallops forward,
walks on water for a second or two, and then lifts himself into the sky
Flying low like the aeroplanes behind,
It’s a short run to the new set of groupies
Frisco for flamingos here at Alyki,
Come see for yourself Darling, I insist
It’s a show to die for, not to be missed!.