Written In Red, Instead

I wrote this poem in bed
The only colour pen i had was red
I may of heard it said
To never write a poem in red, in bed

Earlier i had mopped up some gravy
With a slice of brown bread
My only mistake there
Was i mopped up the bread in bed

It's now gone three in the morning
There's now only sawdust in my head
So may give up this poem
And eat some chocolate instead

But i have no chocolate with me
I'll try not to lose my head
As the head glue doesn't work
So i use sellotape instead

So i think i'll end this poem
That i wrote in red
The next one may be better
If i write it in blue instead

by Jemia