Green blue,
And all monkey-poo;
Yellow red,
That’s what my dentist said.
Twenty seven,
Is not like eleven;
Eighty eight,
Is something fat and great.
People sing ,
With all bling-bling;
Parrots chatter,
And make the mad-hatter.
With ten fish,
Make a lousy dish;
With one brain,
Make this poem strange!
