Rougin’ means embarrassment has bloomed;
beet hue to capillaries has zoomed.

When it happens, you skin starts turning redder,
like when you run your passport through a shredder.
You’re as embarrassed as can be, and then you’re
rougin’, becoming a telltale hue,
ruing something stupid you did do.

So, when your face reveals some errancy,
anywhere else at all you’d like be.
You’re not happy looking like a beet from
rougin’…more embarrassment than doom,
so you’d like to hide out in your room.
Go, go, go, go.

So that you won’t look like a raw filet,
attention to what you do you must pay.
Better if your skin is a shade of gray.
If you’re red, visibly, friends might act risibly.

Rouge is for sure not a desired hue;
beet-red ain’t the complexion for you.
No, no, no, no!

Rougin’, not what you want.