This is a silly poem, written at an uncivilized hour, in reaction to a ridiculous notion. It was recently suggested that my brother and I cut down a tree in our backyard to allow for a satellite dish to be installed. Obviously, I was less than amused....
Oh, woe is-me,
for every tree,
that was cutdown for me.
For I wish they could see,
the infinite glee,
their paper brings me.
But, alas just maybe,
they'd read and decree-
SUCH RAMBLING WORDS,
-SUCH NEUROTIC DEBRIS!!!
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