Speaking Hues

Supper Subdued.

Green little Andy hopped around
Kids his age had toys to keep
But he liked girls to hand them crowns
He dreamed about them in his sleep
Expanded candy collection, tied in nice bows
Roses, incense, pearls he kept
Promises he made to travel Macao
All pacts hold up on incept
Popeye was the guy he lauded
Spinach all cold stored, some froze some sealed, ate them like a boar
Praised beauty Princess Claude
‘I will make your coffee with sweet biscuits sweety’, he says
But don't you forget the promising treaty
Table well with gleamy chalices, he had his dinner prepared
Grilled Chicken and creamy galantines, all white-frilled and furbelowed
Now waiting for his valentine.
Took out his most favourite cloth to cover the barky table jabs
Never did so much even for his mum's stay nor cooked broth
Charmed his house for he could hear ringing bells
Even filled his germanware with french beer
Everything was new and fresh
All the dust of 20 years was polished Sheesh! What a disbelief to an eye
Tried and dried in best attire
Danced straight on the door in a tie, hair all clean and smells great
Doorbell sang ‘ding-dong’
Couldn't miss the chance to be late
Kept himself brave and strong
Who knew it could be a bait
He couldn't feel ringing bells nor was he head over heels
He lost his bingo to a letter, ‘Sorry cancel the chow, got an urgent blow, thanks for the invite but I can't have the bite’
His hot chicken, now cold, had to stop
Green little Andy could hop no more.

-Anisa