I was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room with my ten year old daughter. She was restless, feverish and worried about getting a 'prick'. To distract her from her illness and the doctor, we made up this sort of meaningless but fun poem. By the time we were writing the third verse, she had settled down, was contributing enthusiastically and genuinely enjoying herself. The thing is that you can go on and on and on. Luckily for us we were called in to the doctor’s room and had to stop. I hope it will brighten your day. Don't look for any meaning from it, just enjoy the rhyming nonsense.
Fun with Colours
My favourite colour is blue
How I feel when I have the flu
Head light as a fly
Temperature high
What’s going on? I don’t have a clue
Red can be an angry colour
On the walls of Aunt Bee’s parlour
The room is so hot
From her potion pot
It’s nothing like a fancy gala
Purple is the colour of calm
Like the wind blowing on my palm
Whispers of peace
Chocolate puzzle piece
Sunsets on a vegetable farm
When I think of the colour yellow
I don’t imagine anything mellow
But something bright
And filled with light
An award winning practical fellow
I really like the colour pink
Nothing to do with the kitchen sink
Soft party frills
Oganza spills
And a fashionably fresh fruit drink
Green stands for natural and earthy
The trees, grass and things murky
Not enviousness
Or sly jealousness
But all things fun, free and quirky
Black draws the darkest of all
Bold and bland as a brick wall
Stands proud and clear
Both front and rear
Like the face of our own city hall
©2009 Christina Sempebwa
