Vibrant lines of green on green
To all you are seen
Watery blood spotted with black
Sweetness you do not lack
I see you sitting out of reach
From money I can not leach
This poem is bad
It almost makes me sad
But I do not bid
For it was not hid
Vibrant lines of green on green
To all you are seen
Watery blood spotted with black
Sweetness you do not lack
I see you sitting out of reach
From money I can not leach
This poem is bad
It almost makes me sad
But I do not bid
For it was not hid