I had a dream while I slept here last night
Where I sat and saw Calgary,
By the sky it was steeped all in purples and pinks
On a hill just beyond a dark tree.
And I just-- now, just-- well, a moment ago
Had a sort-of epiphany,
While thinking this poem about my pink dream
And waiting to pour my dark tea:
The sky was coloured in 8 bit hues;
Lord Kevin thinks only in 3.
Sirs Clement and Ed are in full-16,
Which leaves 4 bit colour for me.
