Connor's+Color+Poem

What is green?

Green is a preying mantis, a sour apple, a blade of grass, a mutants blood, a grasshopper.

The green chair I sit in, that leaaves the impression where i was sitting. The auction place I go, the money that im bidding. Green is bold, and tells me that the world is still sane. A piece of green candy, like a sour patch candy cane. The grip of my tools that are handy, that feels like wet rubber. Green is my mushy goo, that i call Flubber.