My Crayola Crayons and Me

If I could color myself a picture

Of the most perfect kind

I would start with a box of crayola crayons

And some turpentine


I would wax away my ugly

Color in the lines

Draw a smile upon my face

And make some friends in time


My skin would be a rainbow

Every color of every crayon

A multitude of happiness

And never would I frown


What fun to be had

What a picture to be made

Never crying streams of black

A world lacking the sourness of lemonade




What a gorgeous read! Simple, yet complex, thanks

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