Parisian Pink lips
Swanky forest green
Eighty-dollar shades
With a bronze-ish sheen,
Stark white tissues,
Sky-blue lacy sleeves
'Tis the colored smile
Everyone believes.
Emerald-green with envy,
Black-and-blue all over,
Tan-lines three shades darker,
The conscientious cover.
Blood rise to the cheeks,
Blue to match the eyes,
Grayish area reached,
White with angry cries.
But radiant in purple,
Crimson's washed me clean
With rosy pinkish lips,
And in swanky forest green.
postscript
What color are you today?