The scribbles went for a trek

They had become wrecks

Needed to get fresh air

Haggard and worn

Clothes torn

After the fight

They decided to sit tight

A paint brush came alongside

Out of the blue

Dripping with colours

Caught the scribbles by the collar

Coloured them green and whatnot

A sight no-one forgot

A dash for the scribbles

Now in colours they dribble

What a muddle

Even I am totally befuddled

Guess they got what they deserved

Making me run around like a fool

In bright colours they now drool

What goes around comes around

I am a happy fool

Still have to drag them to the paper

Some sense they have to make

For my writing to take shape.

Coloured stories I guess

God bless!

What next?