The Great Big Gray Catastrophe

The Great, Big, Grey Catastrophe




I thought that it would be
Another ordinary day,
When I found, to my surprise,
That the world was turning grey.



It started with the highest leaf,
Upon the highest tree-
So high that no one noticed it,
Especially not me.



I should have caught it right away,
I should have been prepared-
I NEVER should have said those words -
I NEVER should have dared.



This great, big , grey catastrophe
Would never have occurred,
If I had not spilled my paint upon
My papiér maché bird.



The colours RAN ! They RUINED my work!
They made a GIANT mess !
I almost threw the bird across the room,
(I must confess).


Instead, I shouted, loud enough,
For ALL the world to hear:
“I HATE YOU, STUPID COLOURS!!!!!
I WISH YOU’D DISAPPEAR!!!!”



I had to leave the classroom,
And stand out in the hall.
I was feeling pretty silly -
I was feeling two-feet tall.



The bell for recess finally rang,
And out the doors I flew.
Then suddenly I realized
The doors were now not blue!



I guessed they must have painted them,
While I was in my class,
Until I saw the same thing happen
to EVERY blade of grass!



The playground swings, the monkey bars,
The teeter-totters too!
They all looked rather dull to me,
a greyish sort of hue.


Soon there was NO color left,
On ANYTHING in sight -
The world went dark and dismal,
With VERY little light.


I thought about the words I 'd said,
About my paper bird,
I realized, to my surprise,
That Mother Nature heard!


“You HAVE to bring the colours back!”
I yelled into the air,
“We REALLY need to see them,
We really NEED them here!”


Then, just as quickly as they left,
The colours soon came back-
The reds, the yellows, greens and blues,
Even white and black.


This great, big, grey catastrophe
Was finally at its end;
And ever since that fateful day,
The colours are my friend!