The Paint Factory Poem by Jon Yttri

The Paint Factory



Welcome to Rainbow Paint Company.
We were founded in 1869.
Before that we were lost.
The factory is divided into rooms.
This is the red room.
Here we make red paint.
We get our red from going to taverns
And starting barroom brawls.
We have someone mop up the blood
And wring it into pails
Which we load onto a truck
And pour into cans.
This is the blue room.
We own a farm by a state park.
And we leave both gates open.
People park their cars here
So they don't have to pay admission.
Then we close the gates
And release a mad bull from the shed.
When people run to the fences
They get pieces of their jeans ripped
In the barbed wire.
The we take the shreds
And place them into buckets.
The we wait til it rains.
This is the yellow room.
We get our yellow by clipping daisies
The dumping them in a bathtub.
We clog the drain.
We stomp all over them.
Then we turn on the water.
We ladle it into buckets.
These are the primary colors:
Red, blue, and yellow.
We mix blue and yellow to form a color called:
Half blue, half yellow.

Saturday, June 22, 2019
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Jon Yttri

Jon Yttri

Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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