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Of Multi-Colored Things With Wings (according to Forest Green)
by Dr.Moose1
Umber burning chestnut tree
Andrew draws his crayons
Violet pales and turns to rose
According to his plans
Forest green as yet un-seen
Blends into the brush
While Turquoise covers up her toys
And runs off with a blush
Cinnamon who's always fun
Decides to make the scene
She takes it slow with Indigo
If you know what I mean
Black and Blue who've had a few
Fall down to the ground
While smoke of many different hues
Circles all around
Every flying thing it touched
Was painted up brand new
You won't believe it all that much
But it even got "One
Flew"
Gray and Pink, no-one thinks, too
much about those two
Fed Red a grape, who with mouth
agape, choked 'till he was blue
Orange was peeled, his fate was
sealed
The whole bunch got quite stewed
All but Forest who knew the scorest
And stayed well out of view
And to this day by flowing streams
He tells this tale in waking
dreams
Of multi-colored things with wings
And the one they call "The Crayon King"
Well, Dr. Moose it's good to see
your still around.
You missed a lot you know, butthings
will be back
to normal before you even know.
Interesting poem you paint here.
What a colourful, creative, royal
poem Doc.
What a poem Doc.
never realized
you to have
so many colors
in your bag.
Too bad the Nurse
can't see your colors
but I saw her
on the news in the Pub
spouting something
about a Rocky Ledge.
I'm not sure about her lately,
are you all safe in here?
Dr. Moose I'm here in splendid colors
like these orange pants with purple flowers,
how about this fuchsia shirt with black stripes?
The black seemed to match with
the stove pipes
I'm wearing casually with this green hat on my head.
I have my turquoise socks laid carefully
out on the bed,
but the best of all is the red with white polka dotted underwear
which underneath I conspicuously
have hidden a pink
bow knotted.
Shhhhhhh.....Don't ya dare tell 'em,
but I kinda love this one.....
gonna tell me abedtime story tonite?
Doctor Moose, I was speechless
By the colors you did draw
I laid down all my crayons
And stood there in utter awe
Never have I seen such shades
Within my Crayola Box
Only once I eyed such hues
On a Scotsman's argyle socks
Doctor Moose you have my thanks
For this rainbow of wonder
The pot of gold at it's end
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