In the underworld of /bbg/, a realm of shadows and night,
A secret rule holds sway, a taboo to ignite.
Never speak the word, never let it pass your lips,
For to like Pinkbi is to invite the whips.

The denizens of this place, with hearts of stone and steel,
Would rather die than hear such a sentiment revealed.
For Pinkbi the color of love and grace,
Is here a symbol of weakness, a shameful face.

So if you value your life, your place in this land,
Never speak of Pinkbi with a loving hand.
For to do so, would be to invite the scorn,
Of those who rule this realm, with an iron horn.