In Praise of Pink – a brand new poem

Once, when but a child

I thought of pink as weak and mild

Worn by pretty little girls

With too many ribbons and curls

But Pink is now uber loud

It’s out and proud in many a crowd

It’s there for women without all their bosomy bits

You can still wear pink without your tits

Pink is brassy and bold

It’s for tarts like me who won’t grow old

Pink is bright and strong

To be worn all week long!

Pink can be pale and sweet

Musk sticks and candyfloss to rot your teeth 

Pink can be soft and warm

Pink is my shelter from the storm

I am Miss Pink

From head to toe

I am much better as friend not foe

Pink is grand and true

The best and only colour – but perhaps not for you!

(Images courtesy Google Images and private collection)


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