Pinky the Marshmallow Saleslady

I have this dear likable lady friend named Pinky.  She loved to sell marshmallows by the martian sunlight.  I miss her dearly but alas, she is no where to be found.  Perhaps she smells like a clown today or perhaps she looks like lobster bait. But either way, Pinky was pink as can be and smelled like roses every time we met in the balcony of the seven eleven ampitheatre.  So, Pinky, I'm here and waiting for some milk to enjoy with that large yellow and green marshmallow you donated to my kindergarten teacher in Vermont.  Thanks!