I hope this poem doesn't offend anyone; I don't really know why it would though. I absolutely hate the color of streetlights, it's just kind of gross. I hope you enjoy this very strange poem!

When nightfall sets in,
The streetlights turn on,
Their orange-ish light is honestly a sin.

Nobody looks good tinged orange brown,
To be honest they may look,
Like an evil circus clown.

Why oh why,
Must streetlights be this way?
It's makes me want to cry.

They should emit,
An whitish yellow, But instead they
Glow orange, I want to have a fit.