Red

The colour red

Went to bed

Without his head

Against a sea of blue

He said, ‘I’m dead

Though I’ve been fed

On grass as green as new’

The night nurse fled

For she had read

That no one had a clue

The body rose

Upon his toes

And said that he would sue

But without a head

The insurance said

There was nothing they could do

Red with rage

Tore a page

From paper in the loo

And wrote his will

A bitter pill

For his life was through

He stomped the ground

Like a headless clown

Until hidden by the moon

He passed away

In the month of May

Whilst singing out of tune

They found his head

Within a hedge

All covered by the dew

He looked forlorn

For he’d lost his Dawn

To someone wearing shoes

Time was done

Came up the sun

The head went down with flu

He said, ‘I’m dead

With no street cred

I must be leaving to.’

They buried him

In a place so grim

For any grave would do

So when you see a headless man

Wandering what to do

Think of what is written here

A red man who turned blue