Yellow

Contest entry: Pocketful of dreams The room was bright my favourite colour Large airy and yellow It grew smaller as I walked round And there was a yellow fellow. Through a yellow door into a smaller room So small I nearly couldn’t fit in. Then a yellow mouse passed me Banging a spoon and making a din. Through a yellow tunnel I suddenly burst forth To find I was the yellow trumpet of a daffodil I used to like yellow once But now I’m feeling quite ill The yellow black stripes of a bumble bee Headed for my flower I tried to move my trumpet away But didn’t have the power I fell to sleep in a yellow bed My quilt all yellow too I found I was suffering Jaundice So you looked yellow too. © 8/01/2014