Print that green. Treat your nose. Easy to pick. Hard to throw. I spread thick like weeds and can hang down low, but a zingy leaf tea lets me flow. Snot??? Ew, nothing like that, no!

I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.

Hass anyone seen my little green buddy? He’s VERY temperamental, only opens up when he’s wearing a brown hat, for one day. He’s always grumping that he has a big stone in his belly, but when he feels good, he likes moshing with his friend, Mr. Lime

I am pulled from mother Earth beaten into shape and made into a murderer I am covered in blood what am i

I have a mouth but do not speak I have a bed but do not sleep You may roll on me but not with wheels What am I?