Classic Poem

That forest
has too much verdigris poured on it.
I might overlook it if the trees were in fact like that
and it may be partly due to the Purkinje effect,
but may I suggest
we request the clouds to send a few more olive-yellow rays?
Ah what a commendable spirit!
The frock coat shouldn't be worn
only in the stock exchange or the parliament.
Rather, on a citrine evening like this,
in guiding a herd of Holsteins
among pale lances of rice,
it is most appropriate and effective.
What a commendable spirit!
Yes, his is beancake-colored, tattered,
and maybe a little too hot,
but the serious manner in which he stands erect,
such a pious man in the landscape,
that's something I have never seen before.