Poem

[Yousef]

I am not native English so forgive me in case there is a problem with the poem I creates yesterday:

Oh Green
The hands of Green
The USA handed by Green
Smile because land is Green

[Kirill]

Green is the grass
on which the ball rolls.
Empty is the goal
and for Green the bell tolls.

In fetus position on his hotel bed
Green cringes and wishes he was dead.
Uneasy sleep, dreams of catching balls,
awaken by phone ring - the Pizza Hut marketing department calls!