Challenge Day 120 - Color Day 29
Red Handed
My hand is red,
I am not dead,
I haven’t bleed,
Hand on my head.
That metal’s lead,
It belongs to Fred,
In his shed,
But do not dread.
I need some bread,
I must be fed,
I’ve already said,
I won’t be wed.
It’s time for bed,
With my stuff Ted,
I named him Ed,
My hands are still red.