Mr. Pink, are you cool? Ruddy, warm, fleshy or turning blue? I look at your posts, Pink, and see glimpses of another, tough, brilliance shining, SI winces At his words, retreating, fleeing, fleecing The ones who respectfully follow him most, Our charming friend and host, a ghost On these threads now, the world's great lover In disguise, lurking under cover.
A strong man, brilliant, a friend, We will remember him until the sad end Tell us, is he you? Or, puzzled, do you Read in this strange poem only a mysterious stew? |