You’ll know what I mean,

when I say he’s going green.

Uncle’s house was brown,

when he left town.

But when he came back,

Uncle had a green shack.

I thought he would faint,

when he saw the green paint.

I thought Uncle would sob,

when he saw the paint job.

After they painted his house green,

Uncle never even got mean.

His house is one of a kind,

I don’t think he’s colour blind.

They should of used brown stain,

but Uncle doesn’t complain.

Uncle’s house is fit for a queen,

even though it’s painted green.

I just had to write this poem,

to tell you about Uncle’s green home.