dVerse Poets asks us to write something that draws on the colour green.
Idle Green Thoughts
St Patrick’s Day
“It isn’t easy being green”
Said a frog of some renown.
But then most frogs are a different shade,
A motley type of brown.
My compost is another case,
It’s ‘green’ but clearly ain’t.
Dulux would say it’s ‘Tuscan Plains’
In gloss and low sheen paint.
Some things really should not be green,
Like leftovers and their ilk,
Found several weeks later on,
Way back behind the milk.
My grass is green, a lovely green,
And taller by the hour.
Except when dried and crisp and brown
Or the weeds are all in flower.
The Irish love to raise a pint
On March the seventeenth.
Imagine how much dye is used
To turn a Guinness greenth.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013