I looked
and saw;
I looked once more;
there were blacks and greys,
Navy blues of maritime hues,
and the darkest green
that I had ever seen;
but, never a scarlet, or a yellow,
for such a Tom Bombadil
sort of a fellow
as me?
There were many small-size, crazy colour schemes,
seems like only the kids are allowed to be a vision of bright these days –
restricting me to fifty shades of greys –
what could be duller?
I would really like to make a splash
in a puddle of colour –
powder blue with clouds of white –
such a sight;
I would adorn
crimson stripes
on a field of black;
menacingly worn;
I’d have no lack of choice,
and not be sad,
if anyone would ever hear my voice
and colour me glad.