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

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Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.