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The Colour Pink
When the baby was born a lovely pink
From a pink nipple it did drink
Just before the journey home
It was dressed in pink
It's tiny socks were a wooley pink
It's bassinette was also pink
It was placed in a black convertable
The upholstery was a lovely pink
Then they arrived home at last
To be greeted by a hot pink house
Where it had a lovely bath
A pink bubble bath
In a plastic pink tub
Then mother put it to bed
In it's little pink cot
With it's lovely pink Quilt
And it's pink teddy bear
No wonder my baby brother
Thought he was a little girl
When they put a pink ribbon
In his curls
Written Tuesday September 2005
allan james saywell
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The Colour Pink
When the baby was born a lovely pink
From a pink nipple it did drink
Just before the journey home
It was dressed in pink
It's tiny socks were a wooley pink
It's bassinette was also pink
It was placed in a black convertable
The upholstery was a lovely pink
Then they arrived home at last
To be greeted by a hot pink house
Where it had a lovely bath
A pink bubble bath
In a plastic pink tub
Then mother put it to bed
In it's little pink cot
With it's lovely pink Quilt
And it's pink teddy bear
No wonder my baby brother
Thought he was a little girl
When they put a pink ribbon
In his curls
Repost Series 2006
allan james saywell
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Pink is my colour
Pink pants and rosy plants
Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses
Pink hot feverish lips
Passionate pants of pink
Love letters dipped in pink ink
You see! You see!
Pink is my colour
Pink is the sweet side of wild
Quite mild
Like a little lost baby child
Of all the colours compiled
Pink is romantic and disarming
All pink roses are ever so charming
Pink is my colour
The fruit juices I drink
Are always colour pink
With favourable odours
Igniting my fire making me desire more and more
Think! Think! Pink always links
With erotic pleasant stinks
Those flirty winks
Combining with pink
Creating an effect of kink, kink, kinky!
Pink is my colour
Refined or raw
Pink is my colour
And the colour of my door
Pink is my colour
And the only colour I adore
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
Sylvia Chidi
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Pink
The Pink butterfly
looking like pink shirts,
My pink thoughts
looking like mom's skirt
My inner soul
has a pink ink
love is pink
from the cry of a baby in the sink
pink is nice
I love it to savory perfection
Pink is a man's color
I make it my selection
Pink is the star
that is iridescent
its a half moon
called a crescent
-Pink-
Christian Alexander Williams
christian williams
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