Red Green

I had an old track boss by the name 'a Red Green

The most colorful man ya ever done seen

His face was a topigrafical map

Ruddy red canyons, bluegreen lines, 'is hair a snow cap

Chewin' tobacco, oozed from his mouth like a creek

Oh........but ya should've 'eard the man speak

His language, as colorful as 'is name, came in a rush

At it's mildest, 'twould make the bloody devil blush

Even when working hard, no one dared to bend over

From behind he'd grab ya down in the clover

At each break he'd sit and take out his choppers

The tales he'd tell, would be real whoppers

When done, in his coffee, he'd wash out his teeth

Then gulp it down, an' belch, 'twas beyond belief

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I truly enjoyed the visuals created in this poem.
What a very crazy, unruly man! I loved it.
Though I'd not be seen anywhere near 100 kilometres of him!

[Soren]

Thank you divya for the review and comments. Yes he was one of those people that stand out in ones memories.

[DIVYA]

You're most welcome Soren.

[JD Major]

Love this one.
The story you poetically tell, Soren, not only summons such great colorful images, but the words you choose and the abbreviations of speech bring it to life as if the reader is right there! :)

[Soren]

Thanks JD I was indeed right there, just a part of my past. Thanks for the kind words.

[willweb]

oK, those last two lines kind of got me right i the gut...all I could think was, ewwww. This was Soren, kind of different from you but that's what makes it cool. He sounded like some kind of guy, that's for sure.

[Soren]

Thanks Will always trying something different. It was a real guy that I worked with just as it is stated.