When Red Turns Green
There once was an old man in Greenwood town,
his subtle color blindness he didn’t own.
Red to him was shades of green,
traffic lights, trouble umpteen,
tickets came plenty from police who’d frown.
Wife once said, when you go to marketplace
buy red tomato, salad bowl to lace.
Fresh green potato he brought,
angry wife’s red face was fraught,
she turned green alien from outer space.
March 15, 2019
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
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