When I Hear the Sound of Red

Whenever I am passing by a stadium and I hear, “Goal!” I think Red For I am a Fan Of Manchester United. The sound of a Gunshot tells me that Someone might have been shot and the Splatter of Red Thick Blood comes to mind. When I hear people chatter About the annoying traffic situation, The Image in my head is the red Traffic Light sign That tells hurrying motorists to halt. While driving home from work My wife phones me to say she cooked some stew And the hunger in my head Makes me see the red tomato pasted liquid as I salivate While holding on to the starring wheel six Kilometers to my home. When my wife yells, “Rose’’, I wonder why She thinks the red flowers in the garden have ears But the immediate response of My second daughter, Rose Jogs my memory. If someone asks me to make a comparison between England and America I will surely remember that they both have red on their flags. As pedestrian on the high-way, I hear a siren behind me And before I turn I can feel the Blinking red light on top of the Vehicle behind. When my wife says it is that time of the month when she has to Wear pads, it is obvious that I can imagine The redness she yearns to conceal. When one says we should go get tipsy The taste of Red Wine reminds me of its dark red Thickness and Freshness. When my kid tells me the remote of our decoder is no longer working I imagine that he means the red light that blinks from its head Whenever one presses it, blinks no more. Ever since I saw my Albino friend just after he was slapped, Whenever I hear a story of an Albino who is slapped, I imagine the immediate redness on the side of the face affected.