More dreadful poetry

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