As I look at my blue and yellow walls
I have to wonder just what started it all.
What started this infatuation with bright colors?
I certainly didn’t get it from my mothers.
It’s gotten so bad I’m writing with pink.
Now I can’t stand the boring black ink.
Maybe it’s just me that thinks it’s extreme.
Perhaps it fits in some kind of scheme.
At least I’m sure my dogs don’t mind.
You know, since they’re colorblind.