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Keeping Track of My Colors

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Keeping Track of My Colors

If I were in a box of crayons
I don't know what color I'd be
I want to be something rare and cool
That exudes great beauty

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd definitely be white
I'm the most classy but of course
I won't put up a fight

If I were in a box of crayons
I'm sure that I'd be black
We all know that saying, once black
No going back

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be cool like gray
I'm not a person that is
Molded of clay

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd surely be brown
For I'd be the one turning
Smiles into frowns

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be fiery scarlet
My blazing personality would
Make everyone forfeit

If I were in a box of crayons
I be beautiful burgundy
You know I'd never, ever
Let someone hurt me

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be the sagacious red
For my sense of humor would
Bring everyone dread

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be very pretty pink
Not all bubbles are stupid
I'd prove I could think

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be oh so silly purple
For my crazy sense in humor
Is like Steve Urkel's

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a deep indigo
For I'm sure that none could leap as far
As I could go

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a soothing blue
Since I am so happy
So should you

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be like Turquoise
But that's my sister's name
That's her voice

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be luscious green
Because all friends need someone
On which to lean

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd love to be lime
Everyone laughs with me
All of the time

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be bright yellow
Cause I truly am
A jolly little fellow

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a magnificent peach
For no one can resist my charm while
I sit on a beach

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd never be orange
For I have nothing to rhyme with
That stupid, annoying orange!

~Reecie

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  1. Date: 2/19/2012 6:51:00 PM

    teresa, this poem...was in order..and fun to read...he he..about that orange..it is annoying..enjoyed how blunt you are...always..pd

  1. Date: 2/19/2012 3:25:00 PM

    It's not as bad as you seem to think,there are millions who could not have expressed it as you have.And if you must know,writers are their own worst critic.Keep up the good work, as I rather enjoyed myself. Cecil

  1. Date: 2/18/2012 7:32:00 PM

    This is charming Theresa, creative and fun to read, enjoyed your poem, love and light, vie ps. hope to read more of you.