Greener Days
Green grass crunching under his toes,
Green peas steaming into his nose,
Green shamrocks flowering his lawn,
Green beer chugging making him yawn,
Green tea sipping all morning ,hoping to cure.
Green money flowing foolishly to promises un pure.
Greenbacks so beautiful paying unjust deeds
Green turning into greener days of greed.
Copyright © Robin Maughan | Year Posted 2009
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