Colour Me Up
Colour me up, colour me down.
Black is black. White is known.
Black. The colour of murder, of soul.
Black. The mood, thunder, coal.
Take the knife and change it to RED!
Angry words. Vermillion said.
Rag to bull. Passion and fashion!
Roses and love.
Yellow's like a lovely day.
Spring, with Summer on the way.
Daffodils and Buttercups.
Yellow's fear and cowardice.
Faint heartedness, unfair play.
Green's another primary
Grass and trees and warty toads.
Mixed with yellow it turns to mud.
Envy gluttony and greed, it`s said.
Really it's just as bad as Red!
Blue skies blue eyes
and blue speedwell.
Robin eggs up high in nests.
The ocean. Is it blue or green?
That aqua colour in between.
Blue mood. Bluebell
And all that Jazz!
What then, of our old friend Grey?
It seems there's not a lot to say.
But don't think boring, dull or flat
Grey has so much more than that!
The burnished sheen of gunmetal hue,
In certain lights its silver and blue.
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