Lizzie Loves the Color Pink
Lizzie would never get tired of the color Pepto pink.
Her clothes, her cat, her artistic ink
With all this pink, how can you think?
This was from a plumber underneath her sink.
I love this color, she said, wondering why.
She felt a need to explain to this random guy.
The guy grunted, as liquid Drano ran by.
The color pink is romantic, Lizzie explained with a sigh.
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