I’m not mad,
I’m not mean,
Unlike the dual-colored monster:
The Big Blue-Green.
The Blue Green’s not orange
And especially not yellow,
Because he’s as irate
As the red of the rainbow.
Don’t call that Blue-Green pink
And definitely not purple,
Or prepare to give into
A raging Blue-Green whirlpool.
All the other colors
Turn faint white
As they cower before
The Blue-Green’s might.
What can the Blue-Green do?
It’s only two colors.
Ah, that’s the Blue-Green’s trick
To entrap some fellers.
The Blue-Green doesn’t dye,
Nor lives as a vision to glance,
But it’s the fear inside you
Whipping its lance.
It's amazing where poetry ideas can come from. Yesterday I got an idea from just sitting in a pew waiting for church to start, and today's idea came from a conversation among my dad, sister and I in a Kohl's parking lot lol! This poem here sounds Dr. Seuss-ish (maybe, I at least think so; far from spot on, of course), but hope this sprouts imagination and maybe as plain a reaction as amusement. Thanks!
