Red

• Isabella Gabriel, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Red is the devil, nasty and mean,
trying to plan a most horrible scheme.
Red is fire, burning so bright,
making wild animals run in fright.

Red are the grapes, picked off a vine,
then drained into a bottle labelled ‘Red Wine’.
Red is your heart, filled with love,
sent from Cupid up above.

Red is the ball that makes dreams come true,
if your number comes up, fortune’s for you.
Red is chilli, spicy and hot,
some like a little, others a lot.

Red is strawberry, nice and sweet,
one of my favourite fruits to eat.
Red is the suit of a man we all know,
I’ll give you a hint, “Ho, Ho, Ho”!