The colours
were having a drink.

Purple was getting
half pissed

& looking hilariously more serious
than ever.

“It’s like I’m invisible! ”
cried White.

Red said:
“Oh, I don’t know...
...I think you’re a bit of alright! ”

“No one gives me a second glance! ”
moaned Grey.

“It’s all so black & white! ”

“You should try to be me! ”
blurted out Black.

“Typecast...that’s what I am! ”

“And yet I am
the happiest colour in town! ”

“I can’t help feelin’ blue! ”
chipped in blue.

“It’s in my nature!
But I ain’t made out like
I’m made out to be! ”

The other colours said nothing.

They had fallen asleep.


It was the same every week!

Stick a bunch of colours
in a room

& it’s
moan... moan... moan!

The artist
smiled

loved them all
just for being themselves.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-colours-for-lyn/