The Revlon Kiss

It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues in a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds a wall of buttress wood splashed with vines of green a purple morning glory with a touch of dewy sheen over by a mossy pond a mandarin duck of orangey blue The sun turns amber like a big fat shimmering coin of gold in a sky that often blushes fuchsia, pink, by a cloud's enfold emerald blades of grass behind a white striped skunk a gradient shade of orange, from a Siberian chipmunk here by the royal blue bench, a vibrant peacock fans bold It is a season of rainbow colored rain and red electric trains in a terrace full of trellises of white, roses bright as Spain blooming with vigor inside my bright oasis happily connected to a Revlon kiss, of cherry berry merry, on a girl named Mary Lou Fontaine