Pretty Flamingo

They past is another country But as life moves on It’s good sometimes to recall Once good times long gone. I called her my Pretty Flamingo, The current Manfred Mann song, Straight and slim and tall with Legs that went on and on and on, And that not quite strutting walk As she so confidently strolled by it was only when I got to know her I discovered she was very shy The apparent confident girl Hid behind. A radiant smile And the confident way that she walked and dressed with style. She would curl in my arms Snuggle agaInst my chest Put my self control almost daily To its almost ultimate test. So far and no further A limit to where we could go She would only play by her rules her no really did mean no. Almost weeping with frustration Both curled up there Coming back down to Earth In Her big old armchair. The Manfred Mann song Would pound through my brain Barely controllable desire Driving me almost insane. A meteoric romance of passion That really couldn’t carry on In despair we quarrelled badly And Pretty Flamingo was gone. Sometimes I would see her Across the busy street Sometimes even smile And our eyes even meet, And my unspoken plea Receive an unspoken no And in my mind I’d hear Manfred’s Pretty Flamingo Not seem her for years Is she still alive or dead Doesn’t matter really because At times she surfaces in my head.