Brown Blues Poem by Mary Champion

Brown has never made the grade;
never been this-season's shade.
Is that Brown-Ale in your glass?
Sorry! Much too working class.
Brownfield sites - polluted ground,
it's where the low-cost housing's found.
Brown bread is coarse, tends to be dry;
and your status when you die.
Brown dwarves fall short of being stars,
and no one ever buys brown cars.
Brown-water, stained by rust - not deep;
Brown-nosing means that you're a creep.
Brown-envelopes, mean beans are spilt,
revealing someone else's guilt.
Brown patches on your lawn suggest
A visit from a peeing pest.
Brown trousers for the panic struck,
browned off when you're out of luck.
Nazi brown-shirts, filled with hate,
spread terror through the fascist state.
Brown spotted hands betray your age,
suggest you're on your final stage.

If you want proof that Brown ain't hip -
see Charlie from the comic strip.
Charlie, star of Peanuts World -
he who never gets the girl.
Can't kick a ball or fly a kite.
Nothing that he does is right.
Poor Charlie Brown is awful dim,
his dog has far more brains than him.
He never scores more than a duck -
the King of Browns is surely Chuck!