Green around the gills
don't like many thrills.
Drink a lot of Pilz,
hate to pay the bills.

I have a lonely life,
no kids, no wife.
Again go to the bar,
happiness seems so far.

That is all not so bad,
I am a handsome lad.
I'm gonna change my ways,
I will see happier days.

Now I'm not so green,
I rode the mean machine.
Stopped going to the bars,
and now look towards the stars.

David Darbyshire

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-green/