Bloo

You.
Are.
Bloo.

Lulu, Lulu, Lulu,
You. Are. Bloo.
Blu Blue, Blu Blu, Blu Blu

You. Are. Bloo.
So Blue.
Like the Denim jacket Bloo
That's so you,
Like the BB King Bloo
You know who.
That is you,
So Bloo.

Mountains are not
as Bloo
As you.
The foggy mornings
of Illam aren't
Bloo enough
to you.

Have you got a clue
Of how Bloo
is your hue?

[At this point I run out of rhyming words, so I leave the 'poem' as it is]