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