Le Toilet Vert
Oh how you hurt
Aquamarine is your hue
With verte
You have nothing to do

Your vision is clear
Even when water is near
Nothing will cloud your day
It's not
Really a good thing to say

You smell of booze
So it's hard to choose
What to write down
because
I'm wearing a frown

You taste like eucalyptus
What the #*&$ is with this?
Absinthe is made with wormwood
And yet
You display nothing you should

I can't wait for you to finish
And quickly you do diminish
Cleanly you disappear
Not warm
And thankfully not here

I find you are no longer made
Even your memory will fade
So I deliver this eulogy
because
You made a fool of me.