the spectrum blushed red at her rogue disposition
a green arc reflecting its greed and suspicion
yellow for fear of her hiss, sting, and bite
blue -- could not smile, try as it might
for this rainbow's an indigo mess of despair
orange you smart, you know why and where
It's jealous of THAT girl with long, violet hair
but sadly it's outclassed by the beauty of lasses
a look for which men will leave themselves classless
Sorry, poor rainbow, it's unvarnished truth
now dry up and leave us to our wanton youth

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