a little long poem

birds fly
there are no diamonds in the sky.
instead there are clouds
and hardly any frowns.
sometimes ballons are blue.
and sometimes, i am too.

tea and coffee - together they dont make toffee.
if you look into my eyes,
what do you see on the inside?
if you are mellow,
do you turn yellow?

so green is my spleen.
and sometimes, it is just me.
it doesn't help to think
a lot of times it makes me freak.

fight it
by writing
and then have a read.