Chew the Blue
Not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed
But now I find that I like to chew
On anything the color of blue
The transition was rather simple
Erasures from colored pencils
Of course you know the color I choose
Do I need to keep reminding you
And who in their right mind would not pack lunch
Without the world of Crayola in a colorful box
They even give the crayons fancy names
Although all the shades of blue taste the same
And for a chew with a bite without the bark
I always do blue from the Play-Doh jar
To be fair other colors I've tried
But haven't I told you it's the blue that I like
Don't dare get me wrong there is normal I find
Why I'm a softy for good a blueberry pie
Then there's blue Pixie sticks
And blue Kool-Aid mix
Blue frozen pops
Blue chewy gum drops
Blue Gatorade
Blue frosted cupcakes
Who ever knew
There was so much color blue
And I know what you think
Call it a hunch
But the Permanent Marker
I needed only try once
Like I said
I'm not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed...
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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