Mr. Hingson taught us art.
But he didn't teach us well.
For the color that he used
He could never tell.
For apples he put black.
He put pink for a skunk.
For ducks he put purple.
He taught us almost how to flunk.
I used to wonder what the reason was.
I wondered what was wrong in his mind,
But sooner or later I realized
that he must be colorblind
Yes, Mr. Hingson was colorblind
How amazed we all were.
He didn't do so bad
For a colorblind Sir.
*Sir = male teacher in the U.K. region
(Editorial commentary: Many poems make us laugh or smile. The one above makes me smile. Can you imagine an art teacher that doesn't know the names of what colors to use? Saduni Wanniarachchi lives thousands of miles away, yet she wrote this poem for us. Thank you, Saduni. Write on, you're a talented poet!)
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