In The Pink

PINK SATURDAY

IN THE PINK

Maxine! You look in the pink!

Why ever is it that you think

That you need so much medication

To prolong your healthy situation?

Worrying about ill-health I'm sure

Invites the doctor to your door.

My attitude is very simple....

If you consider every pimple

To be a dire and ghastly threat

You'll toss and turn and fume and fret

And think yourself into malaise!

Too much worrying never pays.

If every little ache and pain,

Bruise and rash and stress and strain

Makes you rush for another pill,

You'll be thinking yourself ill.

Get up from that cosy bed;

Go for a good long walk instead.

Maxine, heed my salutations.

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I'm off to swallow my medications.

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COLOUR CODING

I think it's rather odd, don't you,

That little boys are dressed in blue,

While little girls in pink are dressed.

The reason? I have never guessed.

Mind you, I think it has its uses;

The colours give us no excuses......

Should a baby look like 'Fred',

If a pink bonnet's on it's head,

We know it's of the feminine gender

Delicate, sweet, and rather tender;

And.... should another look like a 'Sue'.....

If its bonnet's coloured blue

We give it a tractor for a toy!

Blue? It's bound to be a boy!

The colour-coding gives us the clue;

Pink is a girl and a boy is blue.

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