A simple turn of a knob,
What do you see?
Have your sights been robbed?
What do I mean?
In the cylinder, panes in a quarrel,
There is a large Red fighting off Blues,
The Yellow in personal chattel,
The Green simply dazed and confuzed.
The Purple in uproar,
The Gray most chastised,
The Black the White abhors,
The Orange never apprised.
This mumble- jumble mess of mumbo- jumbo,
This ignorant mess of something senseless,
This thing lit by only a flambeau,
This bold blob of bouyancy apparently dauntless.
But with the single turn of the screw,
And with the slip of the thumb,
The picture becomes something no one can rue,
The Kaliedoscope becomes an imagination's endless chasm.