Chameleon Walls

Now that spring has arrived with fresh scent in the air,
it behooves me to give my home some loving care.
For the walls in my kitchen require some paint;
there are dark streaks abundant; some foremost, some faint.

There’s a gallon of paint in the cellar all right;
it is light minty green and not overly bright.
I begin with my wall opposite kitchen sink;
(the humidity’s right for my painting, I think.)

So I roller it on having brushed edges slow;
masking tape on the chair rail indeed apropos.
As I finish the wall, I take pride that I’m through;
before long the paint dries to a odd reddish hue!

Here I stand with my jaw on the table no less;
shock with shiver, frustration and pique I confess.
In the midst of astonishment, I start to groan,
thinking this is an episode of, Twilight Zone.

I reopen the gallon of paint labeled green,
still in stuporous awe of the change I have seen.
Is my wall a chameleon changing its tone?
Should I buy some new paint, or just leave it alone?

Accidental the incident, yet it’s okay;
I go on to paint all the walls and I must say
that my kitchen’s unique as a red kangaroo—
for at night the walls change to a cool shade of blue.


24 Lines
Anapestic Tetrameter
Writer’s Cramp
6-16-20