Creative Colors: A Poetic Journey

“A Topsy‑Turvy Dream World”

Roses are orange;

Violets are green;

The paints are mixed up in my dream.

I spread the paint;

On paper light;

Mixed-up colors—what a sight!

My dog is Red;

My chicken, black as ink;

Need new colors; these just stink.

I’ll buy fresh paint;

And be a saint;

So, my greens are green;

The violets – purple in my dream.

Now I paint with a sunny smile.

My chicken is beautiful. I’ll set it free.

Roses are red, the way their suppose to be.

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