REVISED POEM TO MR. TREE
When all is said and done,
And Father Terrence has won,
And declared yet another victory --
Then gsm turns to the setting sun,
Knowing he has lost to The One,
The woodman shall be history!
His dreams turned to sawdust,
The forest floor beckons,
A sublime grave covered with pine.
His bark bitten by a raw gust,
Of Northerly wind, I reckon,
"Timber!" -- cut down before his time.
Cockroach dance on the keyboard,
The solid wooden smile unbroken,
Frozen into cyberspace,
Like some mahogany totem.
All Hail the gsm!
All Hail Mr. Tree!
All Hail gsm,
And dance his planks with glee... |
