a man in an imacculately tailored pink suit

enters our line of sight and not only is the pink suit pink but also his top-coat, shoes, socks, belt, shirt, tie, stickpin, fedora and hat-band, wristwatch and watchband. His cane is pink. His ring is pink, its Oversized Jewels ares pink and his skin is weathered tan, like an old pair of brogans.

The pink man disappears and what was that all about?

How about the same guy in electric blue?

No way to dress for a bull fight or even a flower show. What happens when a bull sees pink?

What is going on here is a field with no ground or a flounder with no lake or a house with no take a bull with no horn lock with no shorn as we mentally image the pink-clad man getting set at the blocks for a 40 yard dash down a pink track and absolutely blowing the other sprinters off the track without even breaking a pink sweat and then lighting up a huge pink stogie with a pink flame from a pink lighter.

a pink star glittering on a front tooth during a million dollar smile

A pink sunset frames the winner's circle as two statuesque "Pink Inside" women wearing long, pink gowns drape themselves over the arms of the PINK PINK PINK championship runner. A pink lightning bolt flashes behind them, a clap of pink thunder echoing in the pink distance. "Oh, Daddy!" ooze the amazonianingly proportioned Pink Ladies.

A serious mystery is a mystery enveloping comedy within a veil of repressive superstition said the madman

Or, the Whole Dog went rapidly vibrating under the Halloween Truck to smell an oyster.