THE DAY ALL THE RAINBOWS RAN AWAY

The day all the rainbows ran away,
There was just sadness in Happyville.
Things were awkward there from that day,
Because you expect happiness with a name like Happyville.

But there were only tears,
And whole lots of them, too.
They fell like rain which was ironic. Cuz you would expect rainbows then, wouldn’t you?

And on the day all the rainbows ran away,
There was extra pressure on the other natural beauties.
Waterfalls and sunsets worked overtime that day,
They, some would say rightly, felt it was their duty.

And it helped just a little,
But it didn’t help a whole lot.
Since the town had basically been snubbed by rainbows,
That kind of thing couldn’t be forgot.

But after a while the townsfolk got over it,
They found other ways in which to cope.
Like painting self-portraits and making banana splits,
They slowly stopped feeling the need to mope.

And when the rainbows finally came back,
No one hardly even noticed they were there.
And the handful of people who’d seen them,
They pretended not to notice and not to care.

And from then on the village pretended the rainbows weren’t there,
Even some were rather hammy,
They were like tomato juice stains or unwanted hair,
Or marathon re-runs of Mama’s Family.

And that was the day all the rainbows ran…
Away!