In The Crayon Box Poem by Gabriella GabbyRo

I am used for coloring hair…
I am used for coloring clothes…
I am used for coloring smoke from a chimney…
I am used for coloring horses’ hooves…
I am used for coloring cars…
I am used for coloring dogs…
I am used for coloring cats…
But never am I used for coloring a Rainbow…
What am I useful for?
I am used in the saying, “Not the brightest crayon in the box! ”
I guess I am dumb… or stupid…
I am the black Crayon.