Pink Flamingo's Delivery Service

Environmentally Friendly Taxi 

Did someone call a taxi? 

For Old Pink the stakes were high

‘Cos if they fell,  it’s bye bye

But whilst we looked up in disbelief 

The planet smiled in relief

by Maharaja Miku the Bard Bear.

Also delivers emergency supplies of Coffee.


And of course chocolate y churros from the Maharaja Blues Chocolate Palace.

Pink wings slice the sky,  
churros ride warm chocolate tides,  
sweet cargo in flight. 🍫🦩



Bringing birthday greetings.

Cheese wheels and anything else considered.

Any parcel considered.

Recently Maharaja Blues used pink flamingo's services to beat traffic jams and get to gigs on time.

Flamingo Express: Churro Drop

In skies of marmalade and cream, 
Where flamingos fly with pastry dreams, 
A velvet fleet with wings aglow 
Delivered drinks from cups below.

The Flamingo Delivery Service soared, 
With churros stacked and cocoa poured. 
Each bird in boots and monocle flair, 
Dropped dessert bombs through the air.

Below, a panda napped in peace, 
Beneath a tree of candied fleece. 
She snored a tune, soft as a breeze— 
Unaware of churro sleet with ease.

“Target locked!” the captain squawked, 
As chocolate payloads gently plopped. 
A churro spiral kissed her nose, 
Then cocoa drenched her belly’s pose.

The panda blinked, now fudge-adorned, 
Her fur a swirl of snacks reborn. 
She licked her paw, then gave a cheer: 
“Best surprise I’ve had all year!”

The flamingos looped in pastry pride, 
Then jazzed away on caramel tide. 
Their mission done, their sweets deployed.
One panda fed, one world enjoyed.
🦩🐼


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