Beige is a stage you get to
at a certain age
when your clean white paper
becomes the Valium in vellum of the page.
Beige is a stage you get to
at a certain age
when your clean white paper
becomes the Valium in vellum of the page.
50 Shades of Beige.
1. Heavily into M & S.
2. Need I say more?
When beige was all the rage,
bright colours were kept in a cage,
where people could occasionally visit
and stare at their gaudy hue,
it was called, as you might think,
a Dangerous Colours Zoo.
The Oranges and Purples
were kept under wraps,
they were too vicious to be seen
by the ladies and chaps.
The mad and dangerous Heliotrope
was kept under lock and key,
and not even the keepers
were allowed to see he.
Anything fluorescent
or sparkling was kept,
in a darkened corner,
fed at night,
where they wept,
being in a state of inertia –
it was all for safety, you see.
they could never be seen
by a dull and dim humanity.
Brown
Evoked
Involving
Gaudy
Emptiness.
At my age
should I really be wearing beige?
Perhaps it’s just a stage
I’m going through?
Do I really ‘do’
justice to
an oatmeal hue
without the barest hint of blue?
My ‘Acorn Collage’,
with a nutmeg hint
looks like borage
with a porridge tint,
Couldn’t It be enlightened
by a sprig of mint,
or a splash of azure;
would surely be okay,
to make my outfit
stand out from
the greyest dull day.
There’s a man who works
for Standard Liege
(a Belgian football team),
who said their away kit
should always be beige;
no colourful shirts,
no matching bright shorts,
but a degree of anonymity
when away from the ports
they did depart;
but, with tiny red flourishes,
as were deemed in the courts
to be all there required,
to leave the players out of sorts.
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Light Beige
is Ecru;
Dull Brown
is Taupe;
so…
‘“Please welcome to the stage,
Incredible Beige!”
just joking.
Beige is as boring as are all of the rest;
once, I dressed in Dun and Tan,
and Arboreally assumed the hue of an Autumnal Nest;
I went camouflaged in a pile of leaves;
and stayed there, unnoticed,
for three whole months
(which is an untrue fact,
that no-one believes).
“Beige, did you say?
Oh, cream!
Yes, cream is a wonderful colour;
except that, day by day,
hour by hour, the colourful ‘cream’
gets duller and duller,
eventually turning sour…
like a lemon.
A colour pale
will not avail
when brightness is what we are asking;
be vibrant, be bright;
turn on the light,
any dimmer will bring us a tasking.
So, cream you say;
double with jam?
To add a dash of sparkle?
I hope that’s so;
or I’ll have to say:
no,
and leave you to your debacle.”