March 30, 2005

Post-Holi Post

Pink footprints of various sizes lead
up to the bathroom door
Where they give way to magenta puddles
on the milk-white floor
I smile at the laughter outside, but shudder
at the cries of “encore”
Armed with a mop, a bucket, and phenyl
I play Holi once more!

The colour refuses to get out of my cuticles and ears, both of which are sore with endless washing (Lady Macbeth-ishtyle)

Call me Pinkspill.

2 comments:

Hornswoggler said...

Lovely! Thank you for making me smile on a horrid workday

Domesticated Bachelor said...

reminds me of a nonsense rhyme from childhood...

inky pinky ponky
father had a donkey
donkey died
father cried
inky pinky ponky