Buzzards and Flamingos

When winter months become morose And everything around is blue and froze Gets disheartening even for the eskimos Their morale starts to dwindle and decompose They tread most lightly on cautious tippytoes For fear their neighbors will become bellicose They bite their tongue rather than use such prose As ‘up your nose, my friend, with a rubber hose’ It is uplifting to dream of colorful scenarios Any warm place where the blazing sun glows Where the desert air gently blows While ocean waves roll in sultry rows All agree a trip down south would be most grandiose Trading bikinis for their parka and heavy winter clothes By pools they’d feign being divinely comatose Drink in hand adopting the hot vacation pose Stretched out on their hammocks eating pistachios Laying back being busy counting colored rainbows Hey CabanaBoy we’d truly really hate to impose But would you please massage us from our head to our toes Before their fair skin burns and redness undergoes They all head back to their respective bungalows Wondering should they dress go catch one of the shows Or rest in bed before calling on one of the local rodeos While visiting the souvenir shop one decides to propose To send home a postcard showing tropical buzzards and flamingos With a heartfelt message that needs not be verbose For sure they’ll be the envy of both our friends and foes AP: 1st place 2021 Submitted on January 9, 2019 for contest BUZZARDS AND FLAMINGOS sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSIN