A Fly In My Poetry Soup

There’s a fly in my poetry soup It turquoise tries to throw me for loop With negative Nancy words of discontent Or fuschia fancy lines littered dissent Poetry Soup is for friends for fun Lighten up you’re under gold sun Be green seed no need to be a gun Firing off rudely red notes to anyone I learned my lesson in faith Let the negative Nancy fade For there will come a denim day They’ll meet their own match hurray