There is a colour.
It is blue.
Blue can do a lot for you!
Blue is a colour,
That colour, you see,
Makes up a lot of parts
Of both you and me!

Blue is the sky,
And the water is too.
There's just so much stuff
That that blue can't not do.
If I was a blue
(Or if you were one too)
Then blue would be cooler.
Because blue is the colour of water, and it can be frozen...
You know, if you slow down the molecules and have them
just chill there and form a solid by crowding together.
Though you have to hope a bunch of other stuff does/does not happen.
I mean, what if you used special chemicals with a lower freezing point?

OH YEAH, POEM.

Blue is good.
I like blue.
There's so much
that blue can do.

So one day I went to the fair,
To see what it was I'd find there.
Though I thought I'd find food,
I found I just chewed
On some Fairy floss, and quite the share.

The colour? I couldn't decide...
Do I go pink or blue? (Both I've tried)
In the end though, I found
That the pink did abound,
So I wound up with blue, just in spite.

And thus started all of my tragedies.
It was so sweet that eating it was a breeze.
But then I got sick...
"To the dentist!" (I was quick)
Turns out I got 26 cavities!

Balloons are round,
They make my day.
Up in the sky
They bounce and sway.

Balloons are bouncy,
and they squeak loud,
But if you pop them
You draw a crowd.

Some don't like balloons.
I think that that's sad.
But to each his own,
So said my dad.

But look, now I ramble.
So here I'll sign off.
Enjoy this crummy poem.
Or don't. Whatever.
... Rhyme? Nah...