A Poem for Fun (25)

海外逸士

I never really think
At the far brink
Of a skating rink,
There is a mink
With a color of ink,
And spots of pink,
With an odor of stink.
So my heart does sink,
And I have to shrink.
My eyes do blink,
And then wink.
I've to buy a drink.

周道模

I don't like tank, I have to thank.