The Flamingo

 5 sightless men

Went on a cruise

Met a flamingo

Unlike the ones in zoos

One said it ain’t

An animal at all

Touched its feet

And called it a stem, tall

Another stroked the wings,

Claimed that it was soft.

A flower petal maybe,

From a lofty croft.

The tiny, round and firm

The knees of the bird,

Like seeds of a plant

Clutched by the third

The 4th exclaimed,

“Oh my my, 

This neck is a pipe!”

As his hand went by.

The last pricked his hand,

On the prickly beak,

Called it a needle,

As if it was antique.

And so they rambled on,

Refusing to forfeit

Fighting over a beast

That none of them had seen.