Joe. DiBuduo

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Blue
She wore Blue
Blue hair
Blue lipstick
And a Blue sweater
I look and see, Blue fingernails too
Is she Blue on the inside too
I look again and see Blue eyes
Is this the interior blueness leaking out through her eyes
If that were true, then her tears would be blue too
I now feel blue from looking at her
What I can do to help her, I wonder
To help her chase the Blue away
I tell a joke to chase the Blue away
Do you know why the chicken crossed the road, I ask
Angry blue eyes stare at me
Because I had the nerve to speak to her
She speaks, her speech is blue too
There must be something I can do
For this poor blue lady
Before her skin turns Blue too
I think and think until I’m Blue in the face
She sees this and smiles
I see her teeth and thankfully they are not Blue
I now know there’s hope, she isn’t completely Blue
Revised blue
She wore Blue
Blue hair
Blue lipstick
And a Blue sweater
I look and see, Blue fingernails too
Is she Blue on the inside too
I look again and see Blue eyes
Is this the interior blueness leaking out through her eyes
If that were true, then her tears would be blue too
I now feel blue from looking at her
What I can do to help her, I wonder
To help her chase the Blue away
I tell a joke to chase the Blue away
Do you know why the chicken crossed the road, I ask
Angry blue eyes glare at me
Because I had the nerve to speak to her
She speaks, her speech is blue too
There must be something I can do
For this poor blue lady
Before her skin turns Blue too
I think and think until I’m blue in the face
She sees this and smiles
I see her teeth and thankfully they are not Blue
I now know there’s hope, she isn’t completely Blue