Yellow Poem by C Richard Miles

Hello, I’ve something I want to tell you:
What is it with yellow
That those who wear it
Think they have to share it
With the fellow passengers
Though it clashes for us
And make us want to vomit
When we see those that don it?
It's the hue I hate;
Why do we have to tolerate
The vagaries
Of these peacocks-cum-canaries?
They never seem to weary
But I wish they wouldn’t come near me.
Pale lemon, perhaps I can live with
Though bling’s a thing I’m not big with:
Gold just shouts out so greedily,
Attention-seeking, needily,
Me! me! me! - self-advertisingly.
Not surprisingly,
I’m a fellow
Who shuns yellow
I thought I’d better tell you
Though I’m not mellow
And, let it be said,
I prefer bright red.