Roses are red
The sheets of my bed is red
A girl in my class wears a red pant
And if i suggest yellow
She says she cant
In a rainbow the colour red is first
And look at poor brown
He is the colour of dirt
The colour of an apple is red
"I love red" my friend said
The colour of blood is red
And look at poor black
He is worn mostly if someone is dead
The sign of danger is red
The sign to stop is red
The lips on my face is red
The sketch can be beautiful if red
The beaks of the birds are red
Why oh why does red get all the attention?
My god! who invented red?
looks great Huda....
ReplyDeletePoets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese says G.K. Chesterton
ReplyDeletei hope you'll look into this matter :)
good work ...congrats!!
oh god oh god oh god
ReplyDeletethe way you said
the things about red
on and on till it fed
on my whirrling head
oh do oh do oh do i pled
when reading these rhymes of red
from the greiving dead
to the sheets of your bed....
could she see some other color to find
or rather,.. she be color blind.....
anyways...nice one...especially liked the last line....