Far, far away in a perfect land There stood a perfect castle. It looked tall and proud ‘gainst the sky But oh, God was it ever a hassle. The perfect kingdom and its perfect people Had only one problem to make one think How a perfect kingdom could be When everything was pink. Now the princess of this perfect world Where everything was pink, Always had her own way and If she didn’t she’d cause a stink. “Everything should be pink in my kingdom, And maybe the whole wide world.” Said she. So one by one things were painted The color she wanted them to be. The houses and cars and horses and bars The trees and ice rink and school and sinks The clothes and hats and dogs and cats The whole damn place was pink! Then, on a perfect day A boy came dressed in black With him wearing blues and greens Were three boys at his back. They traveled through the perfect kingdom And to the perfect pink castle. Along the way they met the king And found him to be an asshole. “You my good sirs should leave this place In search of a land for black.” “And you my king,” Said the one in green “Can go sit on a tack.” They traveled up the pinkish steps And to the castle door. There they found a neon pink ‘Welcome’ mat on the floor. “This princess has gone crazy, I’m sure that she’s insane.” With that the one with dark blue eyes Pulled on the doorbell chain. Within minutes the door was opened And the room all eyes did see. The room was all one color Can you guess which one it be? “This…this is disgusting.” Said the one with golden hair. “I’d never force this on my people. It would be totally unfair.” So the boys in blues and greens Stepped inside the house. All the while wondering If this princess was a louse. [1] The boy in black was close behind And had yet to speak a word But when he met the princess We’re sure the whole kingdom heard! “My lady, I am from the next kingdom Where we use greens and blues and such. Pink it a very wonderful color Though I fear you’ve used too much. “Too much of a good thing Is never good at all. You need a little color, And it’s me that you should call. “My kingdom us filled with colors Orange, blue, red and green. My kingdom is very colorful, It has the most color ever seen.” What? What was this? Someone who didn’t like pink? Oh the horror and utter madness God, did she need a drink. “My dear prince from a kingdom of color, You live in your world and I in mine. What does it matter to you? I like pink just fine.” The prince just sadly shook his head. “Your majesty, this is not your fate. For if /you/ cared, you’d already know That pink is a color your peasants hate.” The princess went into shock And a horrible…never mind. The princess died. Soon the kingdom was fine. After a drunken celebration The prince in black Gathered paint with color Then turned to the boys in back. “My friends, I am asking for you help. We need to fix this ‘perfect’ kingdom. When we are done we can gather the people And again get drunk and have some fun!” So the five boys In greens, black and blues, Repainted the kingdom And emptied the sloughs. The perfect kingdom was painted In less than half an hour, And then the perfect kingdom Stood tall with color power. This story is now over. I hope it made you think. The moral of this story is If you like pink, we hate you, you stink. ~Owari~ [1] Louse – 1. A small wingless insect that infests the hair or skin of people and animals, causing great irritation. It has a flat body and sucks blood. (Sounds like Relena to me…) 2. Any one of various other insects that infest animals or plats, such as the bee louse and the plat louse or aphid. 3. Any one of certain other superficially similar arthropods, such as the book louse or the wood louse. 4. A mean, contemptible person. |
