Mama my Face is Blue

An in depth treatise of blue face.

Lee awoke, his face blue.
He was unsure what to do.
Grabbing Trident gum to chew,
he swift-kicked his Reebok shoe.

Into bedroom breezes blew;
Lee was heard to utter, “Eew!”
Butterflies en masse came through,
so the pique of Lee then grew.

Countenance a Navy hue,
Lee sipped tepid Mountain Dew.
Jersey cows out back made moo
as Lee eyed his Cuetec cue.

He noticed chalk on the tip,
concluded his face was blue
because of abundant 8-ball
the previous night, and due
to sticking his nose in
where it didn’t belong.


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