Ode to a Rainbow Bracelet

Five and twenty beads you have,
I counted every one,
Each one will glisten silently,
Until its work is done.

Your colours shine so loud and free,
Diff'rent from every angle,
I wear you proud upon my wrist,
With spark and glee and spangle.

I bought you whence for fifty pence,
From the Help the Aged shop,
You were so undervalued then,
But on my list you're top.