The king saw a snail in his garden and frowned. The snail slid on, pitying the king for not being strong enough to carry his own palace.
And at midnight, tea was served in jet black cups, accompanied by jet black sandwiches and jet black scones. Those were indeed the days.
The rainbow reached adolescence. It painted every colour black and hung moodily over a cemetery. No one could say it wasn't an individual.
You break the rules by drinking coffee after 5pm. Someone reports you. Black helicopters race towards you. But for a moment, you felt free.