I’m Pink!
If you think
a flamingo’s pink
you’re right!
As a chick I was white
and my wings are black,
but they’re neatly tucked back.
Sifting shrimp through my beak,
ankle-deep in this creek,
head down by my feet,
it’s what I eat
that makes me so pink
I think.
a flamingo’s pink
you’re right!
As a chick I was white
and my wings are black,
but they’re neatly tucked back.
Sifting shrimp through my beak,
ankle-deep in this creek,
head down by my feet,
it’s what I eat
that makes me so pink
I think.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacqueline Shirtliff 2023
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. She is passionate about instilling a love of poetry and reading in the children she teaches and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives with her husband and youngest son in a rose-covered cottage near the sea, and when she's not teaching or writing she enjoys gardening, crochet and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time!
