The Mime of the Pink Flamingo
In a bowler hat and tailored grace,
A flamingo struts through cyber-space.
No squawk, no honk, no feathered scream.
Just silent acts on pixel stream.
His channel’s called “Mime & Flam-mingle”,
Hosted by a dapper flamingo.
He mimics clocks and climbing ropes,
Invisible walls and dashed hopes.
Subscribers flock from every land,
But only English speakers understand.
His gestures rhyme with British slang.
A wink, a shrug, a silent bang.
He mimes the Queen, he mimes the Tube,
He mimes the phrase that warms your cockles.
He mimes his pud, his spotted dick,
And breaks the fourth wall with cheeky chuckles.
No captions, no translation key,
Just mime that speaks in BBC.
His feathers pink, his silence loud,
He’s viral now. A Flam-mime so proud.
So if you speak the English tongue,
You’ll hear the jokes that go unsung.
But if you don’t, you’ll only see
A flamingo flapping silently.
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