"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
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