Colors Poem by Ander Greigon

What must was ought to be understood:
A grade with loads and lengths of road;
The trust of what thy parents bright
A task was plus and nots and light

A fake would roughly shin a great,
A jot not, oh, long I could take
With jacks and spines arrive unpasted;
Praise hawks and pigs; would rather breed

Make polls and blend with other hymned
Not long would all the reckon sheilded:
Fade lends a must and flow of wreck
Play cause the whales submerge a deck,

Show art and lonely parody
Win lines and bredded anthem;
Ease chores for such a toneless bores
Deal chimes so borrow bounty thins

Pray most of seizing crowns and clogs:
Shay don'ts and vibing brackets' hugs
Seal all my merry happenings
Hey, would you really harness wings?