Blue and Yellow were seen
Staring at each other's chin
Thinking of something Green.

By Red, enranged and confused
Who crushed his box of Orange juice
And gave Blue a Violet bruise.

The pitch Black consumed the brightness of day
As the the moon chased the sun away
And the White clouds turned to puffs of Grey.

Beneath the shade of trees with Brown barks
A bed of Pink tulips withered in the dark
And a love affair had lost its spark.