Putting Out the Tree
Taking down the Christmas tree,
Oh, what an awful mess!
Needles scattered here and there,
A pain, I must confess
Tangled up in lights I fall,
Ornaments crash to the floor;
Itchy pine's upon my face,
Please help me find the door!
No one lifts a finger,
Some had the nerve to laugh;
Pine and sap embraces me,
Boy, do I need a bath!
Farewell to the vacuum,
For now, the pain is done;
Next year I'll chop another,
So tree farm, here I come!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2010
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