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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