Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Rhyme

She Thinks She Is a Flamingo

Okies silly one now I want a verse about an old broad who thought she was a flamingo!  
(BIG SMILES  Thank you for the fun challenge!)

 “She Thinks She is a Flamingo”

“Me hablo espanol.”  
Yes, you heard it right.
I speak Spanish.  My feathers?
Oh, beautiful, the gracious sight.
Long.  Fluffy.  Pink.  Bright!
I am not just any flamingo.
Although I do speak…
Flamingo lingo.
I am Chilean born.
Never am I forlorn.
Seldom in control...
See! “Me hablo espanol.”  
Are my bloodlines pure?
Why do you ask?
Am I totally sure?
Finding out is NOT my task!
Gallivanting in Galapagos.
Extinction was the rave.
Feathers?  No! 
Permanent wave!
Lying on the beach.
Tying my tie.
It was almost out of reach.
Use good manners and speech.
Fresh shrimp in a bowl!
“Si! Me hablo espanol.”  
Does it really matter?
Bring me another platter!
Oo la, la!  Or yeah, yeah!  YEAH!
I just want to say.   
I’m flying to a party.
Good Ole U.S.A…
I love to boogie-woogie.
But the Cha-cha is in my veins!
On one leg, I tried to prance.
Did you say, “Dance?”
The shrimp I love to eat
Make a very special treat.
They turn my fluffy feathers bright.
But never stink my feet.  
What is the link?
Bring me the mirror.
I want to see myself clearer.
Wild hat!  Sun glasses!
A little bit fat!  What say you?  
I am NOT a flamingo?
Then, what?  No!  Not the jacket, again!
Again?  Ha, ha, ha, ha…  
She thinks, therefore she is...
NOT a flamingo!!!  

Fun, silly challenge accepted!  How did I do?  

NOTE:  Thankfully, my pain medicines end.  Post-op medications did not send me this far out 
there.  Sadly, however, there are people in the world who really do SUFFER from endless 
mental delusions and other mental illnesses in varying degrees of severity.  We must keep 
them in our prayers.  Mental illness can be very debilitating.  Although this was written with 
fun in mind, reality must NEVER be ignored.  God help us remember, respect, and show forth 
love to our fellowman in need.  I LOVE YOU SOUPERS!  My days are uplifted because of your 
creative wisdoms and kindnesses.  Poems are good for the world.  SMILES belong to each 
one of you.  Lovingly, 
Dane Ann

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 
    December 16, 2009

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 16, 2009 at 2:41 PM Well I am so glad u are back my friend... and feeling fine as by this poem I just read from your brilliant pen... and u ARE a flamingo of great beauty to your Soup family and we luv and missed u and are glad u are on the recovery road... glad u are home... enjoyed this great poetry tonight... blessings... luv.. Linda-Marie..

John Freeman December 16, 2009 at 10:19 AM She wouldn't be very good in a kicking contest hun Carolyn? Pay back is the pits, is all I can say.Smile! Tu tienes mucho talento, amigote. Dios te bendiga. Sinceramente, Amor, El Moses

Carrie Richards December 16, 2009 at 8:32 AM What a delight you are Dane Ann....when recovering from this ordeal...you are an inspiration and still at the top of your game!! Such a fun poem, and your gift is not only in top form, but I think those meds have made you a better poet!! Get Well quickly...and God Bless! Merry Christmas!! Love, Carrie

Carolyn Devonshire December 16, 2009 at 6:28 AM The image of you standing on your one good leg made this witty write even funnier, Dane Ann! And those last two lines are a hysterical take on the Descartes statement. Hope you become a two-legged bird again soon! So glad you are doing well, dear friend! Much love, Carolyn