Phoenix Rory

Rookie (October 31,1992 / Phoenix, AZ)

Pink, Our Shrink, And Love, I Think - Poem by Phoenix Rory

The only things I can think
(Besides think)
That rhyme with pink
Are stink
And wink
And blink
And sometimes I think I need this shrink
Because I hate pink
As the things it rhymes with stink
Like facial functions and thoughts I think
Then write down here in maroon ink
And as said by our shrink
The problem with pink
Is that it can't express the love that I think
And wink
To you as I blink
And now dare to write in maroon ink
As between you and me, it's a link
We both hate the color, I think
Because this poem makes us tickled pink
As we wait in the office of our shrink
Who we hate as much as the color pink


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011


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