Well, my brother had to write a poem for some holiday assignment about colours, and I agreed to write it if he buys the takaways for the rest of the hols. He was pretty adamant that it needed to rhyme.
The downpour dried up before it kissed the ground
And fashioned a bow for the sky
The purple-choked lips screamed like something drowned
Their silent smiles a white lie
You can line up all the still blue bodies in a crown
And soak it red as a pizza pie
My yellow smile would still mask the delightful frown
For it will never be enough!
Even if you dismembered all the pieces into the most vibrant mosaic
It will still lack that something black
Meh, he didn't like it, so I told him that he can do all the lines in their respective colours. It was pretty cute. LOLOLOL!
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black like blackma- err batman right. whats pizza pie
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