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The Tree – Another bloody awful poem by Stegzy Gnomepants (aged 34 and a half)

I see you waving

At me through the window pale

Across the crazy paving

I see your arms flail

With every breath of air

And every shake of wind

You wave and I despair

Like tuna, old and tinned

You cast off your raiment

From October to March

I’m going to demand payment

Your frame containeth starch

You are the tree

Majestic bold and boughed

Waving branches at me

Green and brown and proud

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