Weird

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!