Between the lines are blue lines
These make me give signs
And to pay question fines
With this creation of pines
They were not, but now, always dictated
But when it came to me decorated
The white was always demarcated
And I surrendered it to you debated
Have you ever encountered a boy?
He tells his friends to admire your toy
A virgin their hearts you destroy
And pretend when they come coy
Blue book memory might to you be blue
The rote horizontal lines are still blue
Though wasn’t a blue-eye, though I was blue
The labour market might remain blue
