I shall wear green clothes and sit in darkened rooms
I shall eat green food, lettuce, apples and broccoli
I shall paint green pictures and read books with green covers
I shall decorate my darkened room
with green drapes and green velvet cushions
I shall look out onto green fields
with my moist green eyes
I shall drink green goddess until my speech
is slurred
I shall be buried in a green coffin
beneath the green grass
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This nearly made me burst out into a chorus of the Green Grass of Home by Hairy Chested, Tight-Trousered Tom the Welsh Hearthrob - I often wonder what he did with all those panties ladies (???) used to shower on him. Mmmmm.
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greengrass, familiar to me,,some buggers call me that,,,
but a little burgundy is a nice colour,,particularly as it slithers down the throat. good write here fee x

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and no doubt in the same cemetary as Hughie Green(e). I enjoyed reading - despite its deeply colourist stance. From a very green Emerald Dog.





