You know the cautionary poem, don't you?
Red sky at night
A sailor's delight.
Red sky at morning
A sailor take warning.
This morning I woke up to a beautiful pink sunrise over the Blue Ridge and a good bit of fog. So here is my ode to a pink sunrise. All you poets out there have no reason to fear. Poetry is not my forte. Or my three-tay.
Pink sky at morning,
I better get shopping.
Christmas will be here
Before I am ready, because the kids are coming and I don't have any presents yet.
I know. I know. Don't quit my day job.