Shear Pink

When I think
Upon the pink
It brings me nearly
To the brink.

Who knew that wink
In biped crink
Could spill such ink,
Whole day could kink?

While it drips into the sink
Perhaps I’ll have another drink
And do my best this wound to prink,
This papercut from which I shrink.

WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pink/