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>Do you write on trees?

Was on the radio today, do you write on trees?
Cutting through their skin of bark, your love initials, for a lark.

I feel sorry, for the tree, as its life sap, leaks you see.
Losing its lifeblood so, you can show off I know.

If next time, you see that tree, think, before you cut into he. (or she.)
Some folks believe when reborn, they are formed into a new tree born.

And so, if you cut into that tree, it could be anyone, could be me.
Mind you if you cut into me, I might just drop a branch on thee.

So, write your initials please elsewhere, not on my trunk for all to stare.
As I am certain, as can be, next week, they’ll be a different girl with thee.

And those initials you carved on here, I’m sure she won’t like to see.
If I can, I’ll tell her it was thee, with some other girl hee, hee, hee.

As that blinking tree, is not yet me. 

I was listening to my local BBC radio station when the above subject cropped up. 

I have also just started Gym treatment at my local Hospital so I think I will slip this one in as well.

Hospital gym exercises, week one.

Pelvic thrusts, that sounds like fun.  Alas, I found it hard to do one.
Was in the gym the other day, at Ipswich hospital, I must say.
Just in case your mind went astray.

Thrust your hips, just like so.  Brought me back memories of long ago.
I expect you will think me barmy.  Was of exercises, I did, in the army.

I was oh, so young and fit.  Don’t tell me this line does not rhyme.
My memory, is remembering other times, when I moved my hips just so.

I really did, do you want to know?  Tough!  Do your own exercises so.
Then you might have memories like me. And bless, who then wants to read poetry?

There are five more sessions in the Gym to contend with. Next one is in two weeks time, then I only have a week to recover between the sessions.  Fortunately I am well stocked up with me pain killers so no need to say ahh. Book 9 of Poems, Some happy, some sad, some to make you glad, is progressing very slowly. Guess what two are going in next. lol.   Do hope all who read this are keeping in good health. Meanwhile only 25 days to go until our referendum.  The good news is I am running out of characters so cannot write any referendum poems here. I can hear all your complaints from here. Its no good complaining I am going to leave now , hee hee hee.  (The mad Author, me)<
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