I Dream of Pinkyshire

Pinky did not want me to come to her new place.
She said I was too big for Pinkyshire.
But I went anyway.
I knew my Mini-Cooper was the right size.
The stepping stones to her new pink house were
small, small, small.
I had to tiptoe to her little front door.
My knocking on it seemed to rattle the whole neighborhood.
When she opened the door she had on a little pink bonnet.
She was smaller than I remembered her to be.
She had shrunk, I was sure of that.
She had even shortened her name to “Pink”.
Then I remembered that I was in my own dream.