Catharsis

Farewell to Pink

Farewell, oh tiles of pink
On you we've spilled our drinks.
You've held our feet,
And looked real neat,
But now it's time to go.

For now we move to something wooden,
As our eyes and feet have been a broodin'

For stuff....

That looks much nicer,
And feels much softer,
Than dirty grout and mauve.

Hmmmmm. No wonder my English teachers never liked me.