Writing the first line is always the hardest part
With this poem, I don't know how to start!
Darn it, my words are almost out
Nothing's really coming out from my mouth!
Who doesn't love the color pink?
The color of a lady ink.
Is there such thing as that,
Or am I just out of words, how funny is that?
I always see pink as something sweet
Something that's slightly lighter than beet.
Something feminish yet mysterious,
I think this is why I got curious.
Ms. pinky, your color is light.
I admire you, you're a lovely sight.
Stay as charming as you are right now
With this last line, I will take a bow.