The winter pink sets in with a frosty chill,
The crab’s jumped off and left the shell on the sill.
Best out of just-before-it-was-disposed waste.
I know, this is the art blog of a teen, but really, no innuendos here at all.
No, that was not sarcasm. Really, just…shut it.
I mean, I never expected religious pilgrims to rock that pink!