GOING GREEN
You’ll know what I mean,
when I say he’s going green.
Uncle’s house was brown,
when he left town.
But when he came back,
Uncle had a green shack.
I thought he would faint,
when he saw the green paint.
I thought Uncle would sob,
when he saw the paint job.
After they painted his house green,
Uncle never even got mean.
His house is one of a kind,
I don’t think he’s colour blind.
They should of used brown stain,
but Uncle doesn’t complain.
Uncle’s house is fit for a queen,
even though it’s painted green.
I just had to write this poem,
to tell you about Uncle’s green home.
