Uptown Flamingo

Meet Val, the feathered vagabond
A rare bird who liked to spend
So much so in need of a lend
Was now at her wit’s end

Tired of living in the ghetto
By luck, she won a lot on bingo
Was she leaving? I should coco!
To be an uptown flamingo

She cast an eye, a look so icy
These people she knew were dicey
What she wanted was much more spicey
On the up where things were pricey

All at once, she changed direction
Now she was seeking perfection
For her friends she’d lost affection
Disconnection, full rejection


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