Nature pome

I’m sick of bloody nature,
all those flowers and trees.
What did bloody nature
ever do for me?

’See how the noble oak tree
imbibes the teeming sap.’
Anyone who writes like that
deserves a bloody slap.

’Observe the lissom blossoms
pirouetting by the sea.’
Ok, that’s me outta here
— bloody poetry!


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