PINK

This poem's worst flaw, I think, is a stanza I can't make myself get rid of because it tickles me so, but it does not fit with the rest of the poem.  Can you find it?  This happened, by the way, pretty much exactly as described.  Again, I am waiting for one of my talented artistic daughters to illustrate it for me!

PINK LEMONADE

It started out a normal thing

We thought we'd get a drink.

We never knew the day would end

With everything in PINK!

You know the kind of day I mean

Very long and hot

We knew just what was called for then

Pink lemonade to hit the spot

Kylie thought the idea up

Rachel liked it too

And I can say I jumped right in

Like I always do.

You see, we love lemonade

We really love that drink!

But there's a way we love it best -

When lemonade tastes PINK!

Our recipe is something else

It's not just any brew

You start out with ginger ale

Cuz' water just won't do.

And to the ale we add a mix

That makes the pinkest stuff

Its secret is raspberries

Cuz' lemons aren't enough!

But first of course you need to find

The things to mix it up

We went to get the pitcher down

But only found a cup.

We looked up high, and way down low.

It wasn't either place

We looked outside and all around

Gone without a trace!

Then way up high I saw it!

A blender! That'll do!

I was sorry that I thought that way

Before our day was through.

We got the mix, We got the ale

We got our cups out fast

We got the blender from it's perch

We were ready now at last.

"Wait!" Said Kylie, "Don't forget"

"We need a stirring spoon,"

"Oh no we don't," I blithely said

"I'll show you why real soon."

Rachel poured in ginger ale

Kylie did the secret stuff

I put the lid on really snug

Though maybe not snug enough.

OK, I said, it's time to mix.

Who wants to be the one

To push this bright red button here

And get the job all done?

Well Rachel did and Kylie too

And if it must be told

I also like to push on things

Even though I'm old

So each of us put fingers there

Waiting with great glee

To push together all at once

And I said, "ONE TWO THREE"

The next thing that happened

Happened oh so fast

We had no time to think at all

Before the wet pink blast.

The ginger ale fizzed and grew

Right before our eyes

It bubbled to the blender top

We got a huge surprise

Like a whale blast from its blow hole

Or a geyser from the ground

A volcano set to spew its stuff

PINK DRINK FLEW ALL AROUND

The lid blew off!  The liquid flew!

It splattered everywhere,

On walls and floor and clothes and skin

And even in our hair!

It was PINK and we were pink.

The walls were pink and cabinets too

The floor was pink, the sink was pink.

More pink than any pink we knew

We froze like fountains flowing pink

I've never seen the girls so still

I wondered how I'd ever clean

This record-breaking spill.

"Stay right there," I shouted out

And ran for rags and mops

Knowing I was splashing pink

In thousands of small drops.

Then back to Kylie fast as light.

I got her with the towel

And on to little Rachel next

Afraid that she would howl.

That was when Rachel said.

"Let's not tell our dad,

If he saw this giant mess we've made

I think he'd be SO mad!"

Hmmm, I said, mad you say?

I don't believe it's true.

Is there something wrong with lemonade?

Is that something not to do?

Did you ever slip and nearly fall?

Or spill a glass of milk?

It seems to me this pink mishap

Is something of that ilk.

Why when I really think of it,

I think it's quite amusing

Have you looked at your sister close?

She's pink and striped and oozing.

And you should check the mirror too

You might get quite a laugh

Can you decide which part of you

Is your pinker half?

It's in your hair and down your knees

Your face is rather spotty

GO on, go on, go look and see

In the mirror by the potty.

And I think dad will laugh along

It's just a giant mess

I'll wipe it up and while you bathe

I can wash your dress.

Then Kylie said "do you know what?"

It reminds me of that cat

Who cleaned a mess a lot like this

With kittens in his hat.

It struck Rachel's funny bone

Her laughter was contagious

Because when you stop to think of it

Pink IS quite outrageous!

We cleaned it up in record time

And then we all took showers

After that we made pink lemonade

And laughed and laughed for hours.