Floyd the Flamboyant Flamingo

Floyd the Flamboyant Flamingo
was as camp as camp can be,
and everyone knew that he was gay,
as gay as gay Paree. 

Except for poor old Florence. 
She thought he was cute,
and whenever Floyd came strutting by
she’d sigh, “Oh, what a beaut!”

Of course, Floyd paid no heed
to Florence’s shy smiles,
for he was utterly smitten
with a seagull whose name was Giles.

It was tragic to see Flo dance and twirl
when Floyd had no eyes for a plain ‘go girl.
No, he’d set his sights sky high:
he was going for the love of a gay gull guy.

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