I once knew a boy called Dean,
Who was bullied for being fat,
Which I suppose is a good enough reason.
I once knew a boy called Dean,
Who was bullied for being fat,
Which I suppose is a good enough reason.
The child says that post box is red.
The student exclaims, “That post box is blood-red.”
The school-poet suggest That post box is blushing scarlet.
The moron asserts That post box is red as a step-daddy striking mother in a whiskey cloud.
The writer says that post box is red.