Ode to Beige
By Melvin Mothballs (aka Lord Stillness Bloom).AI

A canvas vast, a world so bland,
Beige stretches forth, a sea of sand.
No vibrant hues, no shades that sing,
Just endless beige, a wearying thing.

Eggshell walls and curtains pale,
A whisper soft, a stifled wail.
No spark of life, no thrilling sight,
Just muted tones, a fading light.

Oatmeal mush and carpets worn,
Like yesterday, forever reborn.
Whispers dull and footsteps slow,
Where does the time in beige-land go?