In keeping with the A – Z poetry challenge; I offer Pink. Penned 40 years ago by my mother, an example of `pink prose` offered to students in her English class. So bad and unlike any of her published prose, all I can do is laugh out loud. I`m certain she`ll crack a smile when I call her tomorrow to tell her `Pink`is public.
The summer I finally got laid, was a summer of pink lemonade.
With pink geraniums in the gin,
Pink fireflies flitting out and in.
Pink planets plunking banjo stars, with Jupiter as pink as Mars.
When rosy Venus opened up, my blushing petals like a cup,
I laughed like strawberry jello to think,
Even the panther invader was pink.
We combed our hair with pink shell combs, sunrise was pink when we went home.
I write it all down with my pink pen, because pinks been my colour ever since then.
Obviously this is not a `P`poem but a `Pink`poem; chuck me out of the A – Z challenge with apologies for trying to slip it in. I needed a laugh and this horrible prose makes me smile.