Paint

Paint
Oh how I love the colours of paint,
But the sickly smell sometimes makes me faint,
Ill mix colours all day and night,
Till I get the shade of yellow just right.

I've always wanted to paint clouds in the sky,
But they never last long no matter how I try,
Or even when there's a rainbow colourful yet doesn't last long,
I can always paint the colours using a special song.

Once I tried to drew the cherry blossom on a tree,
With the sun shining so bright it was hard to see,
That the right shades of pink were not has bright as I thought,
So I couldn't use the neon pink I had brought.

It was a struggle to find that perfect shade,
I was becoming desperate and in need of aid,
My hands were shaking closed around the brush,
Until I saw that the red paint was starting to gush.

As it began to cover the whites and pinks,
I thought "well that stinks"
But then something had caught my eye,
All the different shades of pink were corrected which made me sigh.