Color Me Blue Poem by Ima Ryma

Color Me Blue

Rating: 4.5


This caveman noticed that my kind,
In decorating home cave walls,
Had no blue or plant art designed,
And so I heard 'do it first' calls.
So blueberry picking I chose,
And squashed the berries into paint,
Then painted blueberries in rows
On my cave walls with no restraint.
My buddies did not like my art,
Said never to do it again.
Such bad mouth really broke my heart,
And so I made my cave cave in.

Blueberry paint and paintings - true!
I call this period of mine - blue!

Friday, April 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fashion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laura Arwen 01 April 2016

Good writing, I love it

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