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Red is the mist that too often descends, Beige alas the colour of my teeth, Tan, sadly I only ever burn, Orange my fake perma-tan Black my mood on a Monday morning, White are the lies when I ring in sick! Blue are the films I secretly watch, Cerise, not a clue but sounds lovely! Purple my boozers nose, Scarlet somebody, from Gone with the Wind I think, Violet missing an ‘n’, Cream strictly rationed because of my diabetes! Green my perpetual envy, Tangerine, something else to hate at Christmas, Burgundy, sorry ******* at geography, Lilac, far too trendy for me! Azure are the skies I miss from childhood, Sapphire so very precious! Cerulean, now I am being a ******** Yellow the starting gun for me to run away Indigo, when my snooker potting is on fire! Pink, the ball I always miss, Navy, something the Swiss don’t have, Chocolate, something the Swiss do have Brown the awful jumpers Mum used to knit, Russet, used to be a tiny English County? Emerald, a lovely girl I once dated, Aquamarine such a delicate sea-sick tint Puce, or do I mean puke, something I do after a skinful Maroon rhymes with macaroon! Crimson, I guilty blush when I pass wind! Grey (never gray!), my hated school uniform Ruby, any glass of port in a storm! Auburn, I really love her films! Lime, lovely with gin & tonic, especially in Vienna Harry! ** ** Turquoise bruises, no stranger to these after a few too many © Robert Porteus
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
So Many Colours
Red is the mist that too often descends, Beige alas the colour of my teeth, Tan, sadly I only ever burn, Orange my fake perma-tan Black my mood on a Monday morning, White are the lies when I ring in sick! Blue are the films I secretly watch, Cerise, not a clue but sounds lovely! Purple my boozers nose, Scarlet somebody, from Gone with the Wind I think, Violet missing an ‘n’, Cream strictly rationed because of my diabetes! Green my perpetual envy, Tangerine, something else to hate at Christmas, Burgundy, sorry ******* at geography, Lilac, far too trendy for me! Azure are the skies I miss from childhood, Sapphire so very precious! Cerulean, now I am being a ******** Yellow the starting gun for me to run away Indigo, when my snooker potting is on fire! Pink, the ball I always miss, Navy, something the Swiss don’t have, Chocolate, something the Swiss do have Brown the awful jumpers Mum used to knit, Russet, used to be a tiny English County? Emerald, a lovely girl I once dated, Aquamarine such a delicate sea-sick tint Puce, or do I mean puke, something I do after a skinful Maroon rhymes with macaroon! Crimson, I guilty blush when I pass wind! Grey (never gray!), my hated school uniform Ruby, any glass of port in a storm! Auburn, I really love her films! Lime, lovely with gin & tonic, especially in Vienna Harry! ** ** Turquoise bruises, no stranger to these after a few too many © Robert Porteus
A bit of throwaway fun! I started writing a poem called This Restless Unquiet Love but gone bogged down.
#fun#whimsy
Rob-bigfoot
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Rob-bigfoot
65/M/North Yorkshire - England
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
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