Wednesday, 20 March 2013

rubbish tree

an orange recycling bag
slowly began to sag
filled with rubbish
from a branch it hung
high up it clung 
to a weak wooden limb
rubbish adorned him
and certainly tree
he looked forlorn 
certainly tree
he wished a storm 
would blow the bag away 
for he couldn't remove 
it himself, he was a tree
and tree only moved 
with the wind-
don't worry
rubbish tree 
don't worry about the rubbishy
rubbish that claims you
it will soon be gone
you're wooden arm belongs
to you alone-