133 - Gween

I'd hate to be a plant

Cos they can't move around

They can't visit their Aunt

They can't even make a sound

Plants are mostly green

What a yucky colour

It's really quite obscene

To have such a horrid palour

Imagine you were a seed

Landed in a nasty place

It's quite hard to succeed

With a brick wall in your face

Or in the central reservation

Of a giant motorway

It's a matter of life preservation

As exhaust fumes blow you away

Photosynthesis is hard

When insects eat your leaves

Storms have no regard

For the life that you've achieved

So plant life is not for me

It wouldn't be a hit

Being eaten by a donkey

And transformed into shit

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume Two, available from the Shop!

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