Byway Colors

I’m learning to love pink In bowls; And boys and girls. For my bedroom wall Was claimed Putrid pink by my volitional Aunt And thus made me hate The color of its paint. And yellow by the way, The honking, screaming hue Of a steamroller-child ~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~ Through my grand’s eyes, Orange too! Peel those layers, Those juicy, goosebumpy — Yes, scary Four flame-throwing Tires of to the moon and back. I’ve had to draw back from red...the apple of my eye for the cops keep a score of tickets in their squad cars for those who believe they can pull off this trend better to keep the Holy Bible in view We found out, instead For the eagle-eye of Virginia, the sceptic of his state turned to psalm 46:10 You can turn there too and net your escape. To summarize, pink is cool for sexes Love yer yeller feller And love yer orange peel Things in the rearview mirror’r closer than they appear God is at hand. 7/26/2019