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