A Rose

5 p.m., and I had just begun to think.
I was standing at my kitchen sink,
and on the edge of a Blip brink...
because I didn't have one.

What to take? What to take?

Could I find a mink?
Could I shoot some armor with a chink?
How about a slippery skink...
or...perhaps a bobolink?

Could I find any of those? Probably not.

Soooo...armed with a nice cool drink,
and knowing it might be rinky-dink...
I left the kitchen sink,
and shot this rose of pink.

I might just pick it, and present it to Lisa...wondering if the rose would get me anywhere...(wink, wink.)