I created a poem, with an unusual rhyme scheme, about a man named Roy G. Biv. He was supposed to be color blind but ended up being French and possessing a magical paint brush.

If you can't understand the French accented reading of the poem, here's the text:
Monsier Roy
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Roy Goulet Biviolet
likes to play with color
without this feast
of visual treats
Life would be much duller

Violet, orange, indigo
blue and green, red, yellow
stroke of the brush
on canvas arrive
gray sights now begin to thrive

I love to create, have fun
Shouts Roy, Ah! J'aime cre'er
blank circle hung
in heavenly sphere
Roy splashes juane in there

Barren banks and plain Garonne
Toulouse townspeople wept
Monsieur Roy drew
with magical pen
violettes as they slept

One favour more they asked him
to do before he goes
colour these bricks
'tis why we call them
the name La Ville Rose