Colours, lots of colours.
Super colourful brawl at the bowling green You should have seen the BLUE today, Down at the bowling GREEN? It happened when Old Man MAUVE mistook What the WHITE ball was meant to mean. And Mr BROWN, who ran the place, Seeing what happened, turned a rusty RED, He stood, fuming with his sun BRONZED skin, With perfect SILVER hair, he brusquely said: “You can take your PURPLE bowling set And shove it with your wrinkly PINK”. He then slipped on Mrs VIOLET'S shoes, Made of Italian MUSTARD leather, I think. Then it was on, the GOLDEN day at the lawn, The balmiest BLACK brawl ever seen. CREAM cakes were thrown and tea was spilt, A most colorful day on the GREEN.
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