There was a lady who was obsessed with pink. Her house was pink, her clothes were pink, her tables, wallpaper, bed, sheets, shoes, plates, and backyard were all pink. Everything she owned was pink! One night the pink doorbell rang. She got out of her pink bed, put on a pink robe over her pink nightgown, put on her pink slippers and went through the pink door to reach the pink stairs. She climbed down the pink stairs, walked across the pink carpet to answer the pink door. She opened the door and found a tramp standing there.
He said, "I seek hospitality, nobody else would take me in." She replied, "There's three spare rooms, pick one." Then the tramp went off. Later that night the doorbell rang again so she got out of her pink bed, put on a pink robe over her pink nightgown, put on her pink slippers and went through the pink door to reach the pink stairs. She climbed down the pink stairs, walked across the pink carpet to answer the pink door. She opened the door, and found another tramp there. The tramp asked asked for shelter as well, and took the second spare room. Later that night, the doorbell rang again so she got out of her pink bed, put on a pink robe over her pink nightgown, put on her pink slippers and went through the pink door to reach the pink stairs.
She climbed down the pink stairs, walked across the pink carpet to answer the pink door. Another tramp was standing there, and asked the same thing. He took the last spare room. In the morning, the pink lady was making breakfast. She asked the tramps what they wanted to eat. The first tramp wanted cornflakes. The second wanted Fruit Loops and the third wanted cornflakes. The moral of this story: People like cornflakes more than Fruit Loops.