Fried Chicken
An artist with skills quite prolific,
Found fried chicken to be soporific.
He’d sketch with great flair,
Then fall off his chair,
Dreaming of drumsticks, terrific.

Colour
A painter with hues he found drab,
mixed colour in the shell of a crab.
He’d mix with a grin,
Shades of cerulean,
And pretended it came from the lab.

Blue hue
A gardener who brewed his own ***,
drank too much and found his face numb.
he hadn't a clue,
why he turned a blue hue,
but it contrasted with his green thumb.

Diet
A salesman with charm and a grin
Sold a cure to make me look thin
"Try it today, keep flab far away"
But my scales are not taken in!