Why so blue?

Oh aunty, why do you look so blue

is it because of the pediment

you stand under, grasping thick flowers

 exuding the faint scent of plastic?

Oh aunty, why did you choose blue as

 the tiled facade of your lovely shop

 does it represent your rain-stained soul

which you abandoned with the dragons?

Oh aunty, is that bold azure blue

the same as the brilliance of your flag

mixed with the colour of royalty

filtered through your steel louvred eyeballs?

...

... oh. Blue was the only colour of paint in stock?