Envy is the colour green
like a tasty garden bean.
Some of us are colourblind,
if they aim to go and find
tasty beans, they cannot stand
veggies from a foreign land.
It disturbs their inner man
who is certain that he can
outperform the ones who savour
accolades of lovely flavour.
What he finds though in his rage
on the world's creative stage
is a legume of renown
but its colour is pure brown.
Would that be a yam? Anyway, green-eyed monsters everywhere, put this in your pipe and smoke it! ! Warm regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Herbert, this is a great poem to add to your collection! Although the title looks good with Rupert on it right now, hope you change it the day you hang his skin above your fireplace. The poem is well done.