When the F C was but a wee throw rug
she imagined the world as a box of crayons..
she imagined the world as a box of crayons..
She loved their evocative names like
“tickle me pink”
and
“purple mountain’s majesty”
But also imagined naming the combos
So here goes:
Maroon Lagoon Room
Heirloom Squeeze
Rita's Rukus
Caliente Festoon
Dragon Balcony
Synesthesia Amnesia
This one's for you, Crayola
