"a Tale Multicolored"

In a box of color crayons I would be the color called red Favorite of child's fairy wands With a very sharp pencil head Surely would be very worse dread If to a stove of fire kid sped Melting off the red my fine head As to the fire my head was fed My very fine texture would glow The child's parents would surely know My red blood would begin to flow Paddle's appease to seat would go Not yet Leonardo Da Vinci An artist of portrait display Child sit in corner on benches Smell very well would give him away No effort of the Da Vinci Broke a smile of the century Mona the Lisa smile so mild Would agape at this mischief child So very sad my red's been bled And my pencil head has been fed By mischief of a kid who sped Fulfilling my very worse dread Now my box of fairy crayons I hope has not caused a big yawn As hope is that you've grown quite fond Of my tale of fairy's red wand 4-4-10