WHAT IF
WHAT IF PINK RUNS OUT ?
Girls with pink hats & matching coats
approach me each time I walk into the store
Gliding blandness evil Olsen-twin sneers
They never say a word just eye me quizzically
Last night as they approached I could barely
breathe What can this dream possibly mean ?
Are these nameless faceless Pinkettes a divine sign ?
Will this be my fate should I take a job at a store
named after a french rat ? Always hard to know
Yet that shade of pink calls out tantalizingly Poet Poet climb aboard !
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Spring 2013
songanddancegirl 