TimberA Poem by E. R. RawdingA poem of conniving, evil trees
Previous Version This is a previous version of Timber. It was a dark, cold night in the forest near town Jonathan R. Graves decided to head down Down to the woodland, full of hatred and death Down to the woodland, where he'd breathe his last breath Unknowingly, of course; he was not suicidal But the woods outside of town were homocidal They thirsted for blood in a demonic manner And their ringleader was a fiendish planner He devised an attack on the poor old guy That would send the man's soul up to the sky He gathered his band of possessed trees And said this to them with a pronounced wheeze "Tree One, Tree Two, Tree Three, Tree Four, Here's what we'll do with he who we abhor: We'll grab him as he walks through the path, Then we will show him our pine-scented wrath. We'll poke him, prod him, do as we please, Then I will beat him to his knees. I'll crush his pathetic human skull, Then his life will become null." The trees all raised their limbs and cheered The leader stroked his leafy beard "The time has come, the time is now; Bring me that vile, filthy cow." The underling trees did as they were told The sight of these "creatures" was much to behold They grabbed poor Jonathan R. Graves In his mind he hoped that Jesus truly saves But nobody can escape the Ire of the Forest Not even an exceptional florist Jonathan R. Graves was never again seen And the forest remained healthy and green
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Added on May 15, 2010Last Updated on May 16, 2010 AuthorE. R. RawdingNEAboutblech. i hate these little blurbs. if you wanna get to know me, talk to me. or read my work, you'll get some pretty good insight from that :P and please, don't send me a read request unless you can.. more..Writing
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