This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #283 where the given word is DUNK and the word count is 78. Better late than never, but I was determined to continue the acrostic theme!

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Not one, but three dunks to make the countDunking biscuits gleefully 
Under the boughs of the old oak tree 
Not concerned lest they should break 
Kept dunking them for old times sake

Dead fly biscuits were the best
Uncle Sam was not impressed
Never passed his moustachioed lips
Kept biscuits dry without the dips

Dandy Denis dunked too much 
Until his biscuits turned to slush 
Never drank the soggy bottom 
Kept telling me this rhyme was rotten 

We occasionally see flamingos feeding in the shallow waters near the mouth of the Coega River before it enters the Port of Ngqura, near Port Elizabeth. This is when we are hurtling along the N2 with far too much traffic to allow one to stop and have a good look – also, we are usually aiming to meet an appointment and so stopping wouldn’t be an option anyway. Merely knowing that these magnificent birds are there always pleases me. Being able to see them up close from a bird hide on the Langebaan Lagoon was a magical experience for me.

Of course the Greater Flamingo (Phoenicopterus roseus) isn’t confined to South Africa, but can be seen in various parts of Africa, western Asia, and southern Europe. Their preferred habitat includes large bodies of shallow water, such as lakes, dams, estuaries and salt pans. The Langebaan Lagoon on the…