The Pink Sphinx...

No we have not seen it,

As it is not there, nor spoken of,

Built from stone in the color of pink,

In the valley with the rest of sphinx…

Not spoken of since its dawn in time,

For the personage it was named after no longer does climb,

Into the bed of every little boy & girl

Taking their virginity at the sound of the chime…

Therein is the reason for the Pink Sphinx not being discussed,

Or having his head or face remembered by those that just cussed,

Needed to be forgotten, this man of disgust,

His followers being remembered as well, but more easily did they combust,

Yes burned at the stake were they for their dastardly deeds,

Their one true god being the phalanx, tried to build a sphinx in this likeness,

Torn down by the populace, after they learned of his violating their trust,

And that of their sons & daughters before they reached puberty, he did not curb his lust…

                                      © ed – 4/23/04