A Colourful Old Gal
Why do grey skies make us so blue
Well, we don't literally turn blue
It's describes the sad mood it creates
Leaving us sombre and we brood
The big yellow sun make everyone smile
We delight at the green of the hills
Old Mother Earth is a colourful old gal
She can change our outlook at will
Brown is surely not one of our favourites
Reminds us of you know what
The colour purple acts much like blue
In a sad situation we're caught
Black surely has a negative connotation
Reminds us of funerals and death
The colour white has the opposite effect
But ghosts can take away our breath
All things considered we need these colours
Can you imagine if bananas were pink
Lavender corn sure wouldn't be appealing
I'd swear off certain foods methinks!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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