I used to think Pink really did stink.
I thought it was too girly, too prissy, too meek.
I thought it was a color that represented the weak.
But I gave it a try and began to think.
Maybe Pink does NOT stink.
I’ll try Pink with animal and feathers!
I’ll try Pink with neon and leather.
I’ll try Pink with a red hue.
I’ll even try Pink with florals, too.
I’ve dabbled here, and dabbled there. I’ve dabbled nearly everywhere.
Pink has grown on me, I must admit.
With my complexion, it’s actually a good fit.
So, now my thoughts on Pink are done.
In my battle against Pink, Pink may have won.