Green- The Poem
Green is a colour,
verdant, bright;
dark green is duller;
but, it’s still alright.
When I was a younger fellow,
I used to like the colour yellow;
now I’m older, I’ve started to mellow
so now I like green,
you know what I mean.
Green is nature going well
with the rain, as far as I can tell.
Poets write blue, it’s how they write,
poets;
when we feel down
in the middle of the night;
and then there is black, of which I have a lack;
though I can be grey every single day.
Then there is purple,
for when I am older,
start wearing purple,
start getting colder
and then there is red
for when I am dead,
have I forgotten any other hue,
there must be millions,
and that must be true.
