She Is Grayscale

She is grayscale my students said. They are used to people being in living color. She is vintage, I explained. We were all grayscale back then. In the covered wagon days? No. In the thirties, forties, fifties and part of the sixties. You are kidding! Sh! I was watching the young beauty. Her dance moves flowed like molted lava Her harem pants were chic and fashionable. She was graceful like a flamingo. Why is she gray? Stewart asked. Stewart never listens in class.