The story I am about to tell <br />is about a man who fell down a well. <br />His real name was Costaswell <br />that was until he fell down the well <br />where the night before <br />in the shadows of the moon <br />someone tipped gallons <br />of green paint down the well. <br />Then poor Costaswell fell in <br />and when he popped his head out. <br />Everyone thought he was an Alien. <br />You all know the type, <br />a green man from Mars. <br />Someone called the army in, <br />they asked where his spaceship had landed. <br />He said he did not have one <br />and he did not come from Mars. <br />Now poor Costaswell is better know <br />as the green man <br />who did not come from mars, <br />but from Hampton Court. <br />Now when he walks down the street <br />dogs come and raise a leg up <br />as they think he is a tree. <br />Kids drag their mothers to come and see <br />the green Martian from Hampton Court. <br />Everyone is wondering now <br />in the winter what will he do, <br />will he turn a light green <br />or will he turn blue. <br /> <br /> <br />10 September 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-man/
