Vowels

As green and sweet smelling as freshly cut grass	
out in a meadow in May	
Comes a tall little angel, bold as can be	
Striding out with a canter, comes A	
	
Following, galloping, alone and in pairs	
But always eager to please	
Red as fine poppies, perfumed as the rose	
We smile and welcome the Es	
	
In search of a buddy, but brave when alone	
And blue as a clear summer sky	
A whiff of pine tiptoes over the hill	
Let's welcome the capital I	
	
Rotund as a donut, with aromas of fruit	
He's the roundest chappy I know	
There's an air of surprise as he links with a mate	
Glowing orange with honour is O	
	
Purple with purpose, strutting into the scene	
With the scent of a hearty stew	
Turning a corner, bucking the trend	
Curved like a magnet, the U

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