My Paint Chip Poem

Golden Field is the colour of the doorbell,
I remember me and my friend,
Playing a Ding Dong Ditch,
And how it felt, so happy to hide.
I can still hear the confused faces,
Of the house keepers.

I miss the time, when me and my friend
were laughing once they closed the door.
Yet, my friend left to Japan,
Golden Field is the colour of the doorbell.