Red, Blue, Read, Blew

It was a blue letter day but he was feeling red

Blue's birthday, and he was a blue-blooded male

A real red-chip guy.

He blew his cards and read all his money

Then read a raspberry at the red-rinse brigade.

But this was just a blue-herring

When he blew between the lines it was like a blue rag to a bull.

He read out the blue candles on his cake,

Picked up the paper and blew it.

Then read the gaff.

The End

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