Nice try Prof. Once again. All this talk about shades. You sound like the adolescent kid, telling the girl she's ugly and smells, while secretly disappearing to the boys dunny (Southgare), for some private time every time he thinks about her. Haha.
Spitfire Envy
The allure too strong, to the flame, moths drawn. Spitfire has bitten, now forever Prof's smitten.
Shades of this and shades of that, you suffer inside, they're all, old hat.
You do understand, without colour life's bland. Hear your Kids, hear your Wife, splash colour your life.
For once in the swage of this life so beige, so clear, shed a tear, for you've lost mans rage.
Feigning sick at the sight, truth feeling delight. That presence with a Chevy, now and forever, green envy.