The Alcoholic Poet Poet Rhyme

The Old Woman and The Tall Tree

The tree in my backyard has been watching me since I was three.
As time passed, its gaze has never set me free.

In the light, it gives a shadow;
in the dark, it hides the light.

This tree makes my life just not right.
Like the other night, it knocked on my window, gave me a fright.

This damn tree is trying to take my life;

I know it looks at me like a killer with a knife.

So with an axe, I hacked it to the ground,
And joyfully, wildly, I danced around.

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