If I end the line with red
So many rhymes run through my head.

If I end the line with blue
There's quite a lot that I can do.

If I end the line with green
I'll rhyme words like you've never seen.

If I end the line with

yellow

I still can be a poet fellow.

If I end the line with violet
There's yet some words that I can tryolet.

But if I end the line with orange
I'm sent to bed without my porrange.