Sometimes you just have to write sonnets.

I saw a pretty color here today

Quite early in the morning, as it were

But is it found in nature? Hard to say

It wasn't grass or leaves or branch of fir

But stunning green--it brightened up my day

And had a strange, compelling sort of lure

But like the summer winds, too short a stay--

and I just wish that I could have been sure

What you would call this color, if one day

You saw it in a paint shop--'Foam of Mer'?

'Electric Green', perhaps, or 'Algæ Bay'?

Or weirder--'Marshy Thoughts'? 'Elysian Shore'?

But I suppose you all will think it's rot

When you find out this was an ode to snot.