The Hue.

you have a strange colour about you, darling 

i don't know if you've noticed 

turn one way and you shine like gold 

from the right you're a green leaf mould 

sometimes it changes with your mood

bright orange when you're feeling rude 

when you're docile, a beige-y nude 

i love it when you lie in my bed 

sleepy and sensual and fire engine red 

you'll turn to blue when you finally slumber 

and underbelly pink when you're full of wonder.

The End

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