Today the green man passed away.
He had a wish before he dies;
"Everything must be green."
The robe he's wearing's banana skin.
His coffin is from nana-wood.
For his final touch on his face was the colour green.
"The rest is up to you, I can't change." He said.
Not all who attended wore green.
He also reminded that the fuel for the funeral van must be green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever poem with great coloristic symbolism and inventivity.
Yeah Julia, only to an extend. Thanks.