Welcome to One Word Sunday, and over to all of you to join the challenge with your own yellow post.
Yellow is a color that isn’t black or blue
It is a brighter shade of cream, a different sort of hue.
It can be found upon the back of a little bumble bee
Or at the top of some old family’s finest Christmas Tree.
It is the sun, it is the flower, it is a lump of gold.
It isn’t something hard or soft, nothing you can hold.
Can you think of one more thing that makes this color work?
I cannot think of one more thing, I’m going quite berserk.
Jimmy Joe was ten years old and such a smart young boy
He didn’t have much time to read or even use a toy.
Jimmy Joe would use a light to probe his mom and dad
For finding a new book on crime he knew his parents had.
The book would be about the tricks that mobsters used to do
To rob a bank or steal a car or hijack you-know-who.
He went to bed at night at nine and woke up on one side
He’d struggle to find where he was in the dark, he rarely liked to hide.
His parents designed a new sort of game that Jimmy Joe did love
He had to start with both his hands inside of just one glove.
He’d go and ask his grandma for a nickel and a dime
He’d take those coins and shake them in a bottle full of slime.
Conducting labs with salt and coins was such a silly time
He had to finish all this mess before he heard the chime.
The chime was there to tell him that he had to finish up
The slime, he’d pour it in his hand and then into a cup.
The moral of the story is that Jimmy Joe did find
That making a mess and cleaning it up was on his parents’ mind.