Red Rainbow

A young boy of six or seven
went outside because it stopped raining.
I should say he was escorted out kindly as his mother was adoring.

Playing with anything he could break
CRACK snails, POUND nails, Ripping vines and trees.
A Buckle, wait look up, find a man of a curious ilk
standing in the shade of something bright as luminaries.

He told boy come. Walk with me. This is for you.
Obedient and marching in line he did go,
like the way he feels at school.
It was beautiful berry red but only red was this rainbow.

Where's burnt orange, jungle green, royal purple, and cadet blue?
and he knew the story of the black pot and its canary plume too.
Suddenly man turned, pinched his cheek hard, a grin grew
But red rainbow is yours to ride on, to bath, to consume.

Tempted, Seduced, Sticky Fingered boys are Sweet and Course
Forever he could swim in the luscious that seductress of a red rainbow.
man was proven, as it turns out, no trojan horse
Here is his pot, here is his reward, double-timing in tow.

His prized vessel is the color of crimson, sparkling scarlet, and brick red
wild strawberry and bitters biting
This river of current‘s juices, a true thoroughbred.
Is his. He took it. The End.

A young girl of seven or six
went outside because it stopped raining.
I should say she was kicked out quick when her mother told her stop complaining.

Playing with anything she could find
Slap puddles, squish mud, bind bark and dandelion.
and Buckle, wait look up, find a man of the curious kind
smiling in the shade of something bright as Orion.

He told her come. Follow. Persist.
Trusting and skipping toward his shadow she did go
like the way she feels on Christmas.
It was beautiful berry red but only red was this rainbow.

Where's cornflower, goldenrod, fuchsia orchid, and green shamrock?
and she knew the story of the dark pot too and its canary contents.
Suddenly he turned, pinched and twisted her mouth like a lock.
Suffer me for the gold, Suffer you pestilent guest!

She pounced she purred she poured poison
Anything Everything the Fighting was Opera.
man was gossamery, as it turns out, no warrior trojan
Here is the pot, here lays the lie slain, Eureka!

Her vessel is the color of Sunset Sherbert and Mountain Meadow
Wild Blue Yonder and Atomic Tangerine.
Lotus flower in bloom now, the red rainbow
Is hers. Is she. Is everything.