My Green Lady

Green, green, is my lady's face If ever friends become common place Should I converse with others too long She hangs her head in selfish disgrace. When another comes along And she catches me glancing wrong Her attention then becomes quite keen With her grip becoming doubly strong! Green, green, is my lady's sheen And you may just consider it mean That I would elate to see her changed To that covetous shade of pea green. You see, she's a wee bit strange In fact I think she may be deranged For, she purposely ruins all my moods I just can't wait until we're estranged! Green, green, and terribly prude And a great cook if you like stale food She's always asking, "Is she the one?" To names my conversation alludes. She seems to weigh a whole ton And withdraws if I ever have fun Then, should I ever come home at dawn She makes me recall the things I've done. Green, green, is that devil's spawn Who always makes me feel withdrawn And when she pressures me to excess I close my eyes and wish she was gone. Well, I really should confess My lady is....."Lady Loneliness" And only Father Time will attest To her who lays my lady to rest. Timothy I. Brumley