A Prior Rainbow
Red was the color of my true love's knuckles.
Black and blue the colors of my head
Green was the color of my true love's buckles
And pink was the color of his bed
Yes, pink was the colour of his bed, my lads
Green his buckles; yes, I tell you true
And purple was the color of his scrotum, ye gads!
(You just learned something new)
Orange and teal were his fingers and toes
Why, though, he never would say
The brightest of yellows embellished his nose
And his hair was the color of hay
His lips were a shade of aquamarine
His footsoles were pukishly puce.
His hat was the whitest that I've ever seen
But I could not really see the use
He wore a strange vest that had gold polka-dots
And boots that had bronze curlicues
His fat ugly face was riddled with spots
His toenails of various hues
"Visually challenging", that's what they said
"So tacky, so garish," and such
When he waved to the crowd, boy he made them see red
His palette was just too much
Somebody screamed, "Call the color Police"
"Emergency here! Help us, mayday!"
Discomfited then, he proceeded to grease--
his hair back and hasten away!
| Contributors: | Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, Randy, F, Beefy, Anon., Nym, N, Francine, Karin, N (please end me!). |
| Poem finished: | 31st July 2003. |