Literature
Crayola Poetry
“Crayola Poetry”
Under the blue sky,
Another tree is showing green.
Red traffic lights give us a sigh,
Like the fall, on and on to a yellow bean.
Missing away their lost black pen,
Her only brown hamster hides the pine.
I have a piece of orange by then,
When his gift of purple raisins are fine.
This here blue green key is pulling door,
Until enough blue violet laser is just flash.
Carnation pink garments fly with roar,
As just in our red orange beetle car gnash.
Over evening into a red violet sundown,
Although my white crayon is erasing this row.
While looking along a yellow green town,
My searching of yellow orange cheddar as so.
So much asparagus drives a marina rep,
In addition to bittersweet meatball stew.
A lot of provoking for the brick red step,
During parade above burnt orange dew.
Very close to the forest green pumpkins,
On dolly worth inside a golden ocean drone.
Magenta barker leash patrol at owner bins,
An orchid smartphone tag will follow moan.
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