Collector Without A Clue Poem by Juwon Daniel

I had blue, because i had no shoes;
until upon the street.
I met a man without a feet,
i aproach him whithot a seat,
he welcomed me with, plate of sweets.
I had the green because I had no seat;
until i met a man Behind a tree,
i aproached him without a sweet,
she welcomed me with laughter without a teeth. I had the white because i think i'm wise; until i met a guy along the pine,
i aproched him with the brain of the whites,
he welcomed me with a calabash of wine,
I got drunk black and blue,
he 'old me i'm a collector without a clue