Colourful friends

I have a friend.

He is black.

I call him Blacky.

Black is not bad

I don’t change him

His colour, with euphemism

For his kin, he’s not sad.

I am Browny; with colours, we don’t fuss

We also have a Whitey with us.

One is fat, one is tall

And one is short

Us, we sometimes call

Tally, Shorty, Fatty

We don’t feel proud, ashamed or dotty.

We don’t make amends

Our looks is given for free

Not how we look, but how we see

Makes us outstanding friends.

One goes to a church

One to a mosque

One to a temple

But we know whom we pray

Lives inside our hearts

Is beyond the fence

And if they ever met

They wouldn’t fight

Like us, they’d simply be friends.