the king and queen
of the castle of color
were blessed
        with a son
with beautiful polka-dot skin
       like none other

but he soon was mocked
and king made quick laws
        that blocked
for even the peasant child
dotted mud on face
        dancing around wild

until then, not one
          in the whole castle
noticed differences
of others
this is when things
         began to unravel

the prince's skin, not his only scorn
seen by his eye
          was only shades of gray
this, the way he was born
and tomorrow...coronation day

now the jesters and council
            soon petitioned
make a color favorite
     their plea
a royal color envisioned  
the crown
      on his brow
aiming to please
              but know not how
he found the gray
      that he perceived
the exact middle shade
               and all
       were so so aggrieved

for everyone came to be compared
      to the royal gray
but none, not one,
      were the exact grade
      soon they were put in
      groups two
one of lighter and
       one of darker shade

the new king built
          a wall
      to exactly separate
with hopes, with hopes
         to eliminate shades of hate
but soon another was needed
for the shades were split
again and again and again
and soon they were all in
        cells of one
and in their tiny
lonely vaults
they all shouted

"i am unique....one of one
i am me...compared to none"