Make a poem about color and style
Why is the sky blue? It makes me sad
 A new color wouldn't be so bad
 
 I change it to yellow.
 That will surely make me a jolly good fellow.
 
 Why is the grass green?
 It looks and dirty and mean
 
 It should be pink
 That will make people think
 
 I look at the trees
 With nests full of bees
 
 The trunk is brown
 That makes me frown
 
 Purple would look best
 It would be different from the rest
 
 I admire the newly colored town
 No sad colors like blue or brown
 
 People stare at me
 They all disagree
 
 "Change it back!" They say
 "We want it to look how it was yesterday"
 
 "It may not be to your liking but that's how it goes"
 They are right I suppose
 
  I change it to how it was before
 They all like that more
 
 I realize it's okay
 It looks perfect this way