I’ll make you as red
As the blushing fruits of a
Summer pudding,
Sweet berry bonanza,
A seasonal answer,
And cure for your wintery heart.
Oh!
I’ll make you as orange
As a wee dram of
Glenmorangie,
Oh so boozy woozy,
My marmalade jacuzzi,
Still turning my mind to jam.
Oh yes!
I’ll make you as yellow
As the rubber ducky in my
Bath, ye
Sexy soapsuds-surfer,
Wave-crashing big bertha,
How’s it bedtime already?
Yes! Yes!
I’ll make you as green
As the sour apples in my
Pocket,
Hard-boiled satisfaction,
Sharp-witted distraction,
And caustic cause for content.
Oh!!
I’ll make you as black
As my mid-morning
Coffee,
Eager-eyed eight ball,
That jet-threaded waterfall,
And saviour of my weary mind.
But no!
I’ll make you as white
As the snow in my
Window,
This frosty reception,
Nowt more than deception,
When your kisses still give me warmth.
And since I know that these colours
Are better suited to you,
I promise, my love,
Never to make you feel blue.
February 17, 2017 at 1:53 pm
So beautifully written. 🙂
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February 18, 2017 at 3:04 am
ta chuck!
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