Blue Times. - A poem inspired by Rob Auton's poem 'Yellow Party'

Blue birds dart across a blue sky,
the colour of sky blue ink,
as I float
in my blue boat
on a sea of
blue WKD.
Periodically,
dolphins arch out of the water,
creating ripples
the texture of blue cheese
on the surface.
How could anyone feel blue
faced with such a view?
A shout breaks into my thoughts
and I remember David Cameron,
wearing his blue tie,
tied up with blue twine
in the back of my boat.
The country is afloat.
So I hatched a plan with the smurfs
who also want to defend their turfs
and reclaim the colour blue.
We knew what we had to do.
Blue, the blue Power Ranger,
no stranger to danger,
eyes glinting like the foil top
of a full fat milk bottle
left out in the sun on someone's doorstep, 
ambushed him,
stuffing a Man City football shirt in his mouth.
He started to turn blue,
and my friend from that animated film
where the characters have blue faces said
"not you too?
What will we do if you steal our shade of blue too?"
So we took the Man City football shirt out of his mouth,
tied him up with twine,
and rowed him through the wintery waters,
our oars caressing the surface of the bluebell sea
like butterflys wings,
and dreamed of better things.