I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see,

‘And what is colour like?’

‘Why, purple’ said he, 

‘Is like the Lakers screaming at a basketball game;

Blue is when water drips from a tap;

And black is like Coca cola; the taste so sweet and fizzy.

White is what you feel when you walk into a church;

The sunrise that you feel shining upon your face is yellow;

Grey is what you smell when the taro is on the stove;

And maroon is the colour you feel at Panmure Bridge School.