found this up in poppi’s sawmill. he had a wicked sense of humah, ayeut.
Red and Yellow,
Not Pink, but Green.
Purple, and Orange,
and for a limited time only in participating packets, Blue.
I can taste the rainbow.
Taste the rainbow.
Taste the rainbow E132.
About the rhymer: Craig was born a strike-baby into an impecunious family, in a backward and benighted part of the country: and it shows. Since he paid the fine and fled his hometown he has gone on to be a Designer, Lecturer, Writer, Procrastinator, Artist, Gladiator, Inventor, and Liar at Music, Manchester. He doesn’t live in the San Francisco bay area, and has no pets.
Editor’s note: Craig modestly chooses not to mention it in his biog, but he’s the name behind the excellent Hand.Written.Letter.Project which WrapperRhymes followers are sure to enjoy.
Sport changes lives….
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