Green Poem by George Hunter

There was a young miss from Tulare
Whose countenance was very hairy.
She had so many zits
It near gave me fits.
And it was so very scary.

She couldn't eat anything fat
Or other stuff like that.
No more chocolate candy
Even though it was handy.
She'd have to eat like a gnat.

But nothing did any good
Even though she understood.
That she had to bring
Some cure to this thing.
To retain her womanhood.

She decided to take a pill
Containing chlorophyll.
It it works for plants
I'll sure take a chance.
But it was overkill.

Now she doesn't want to be seen
Cause she has a strange patine.
She was a wreck
From the pill's side-effect.
It turned her body all green.

So now she's feeling mean
And trying to leave the scene.
She raves and she rants
Tries to blend with the plants.
It ain't easy being green!

So says Kermit the frog
As he sits upon his log.
Trying to cope with things
That each and every day brings.
I wish I was back in the bog.