Its touch could chill one to the bone
(if It were truly cold).
Its roar would truly shake the earth
(if It could be so bold).
Its coat would be lustrous and bright
and could light up the darkest night
as though it were a sunny day
( if Its coat were not a shade
of boring, neutral grey)
Its charisma would light up a stage
and leap from the pale, printed page
(but Its aura is, instead,
an anodyne shade of beige).
You’ll find that It’s beneath your praise
and beneath your scorn,
It is completely neutral
and totally lukewarm.
Musings of a Lazy Writer 