A little intro and then a poem about ‘Green’ tissues.
… and I thought, somewhat mistakenly, so it seems, that I was supposed to bring a poem that dealt with green ‘tissues’ – not that I have a preference in the colour of the tissues that I purchase , I’m not prejudiced – and I do still use hankies on occasion (or ‘handkerchiefs’ as they were formerly known.
So this poem is as green as grass –
unless we’re talking about Bluegrass; and, talking about Bluegrass, I like it a lot – but my landlord is none too keen, so it will have to be resprayed.
Anyway, not to waste a good poem – or even a mediocre one – this is ‘Green Tissues’
not to be sneezed at;
the colour of a tissue
doesn’t denote its worth –
as long as the tissue can be recycled,
and doesn’t harm the Earth –
and the shade of green
is not important,
various shades can be purchased,
and, seen from a distance,
all shades are (or seem) the same.
Thank you, most kind, I’m sure.
A… well, one of these,
is as good as any other tissue is.
So, I don’t really know what the issue is.