Welcome to Grandma Winter's World of Wonders at Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Oh Poor Me”

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I’m a poor tree,

And I have a problem, you see.

The birds – the naughty birds –

They get me so mad, but I won’t use swear words.

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They peck at me, until I bleed,

And I was once cared for as a tiny little seed.

As I grew older, I became beautiful and proud…

Then those darn birds arrived, noisy and loud.

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With their darn pecking – more pecking –

I’d shout, “What the heck! Would you stop your pecking!”

Year after year, the same old thing,

Then came children who added a little swing.

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Noise everywhere, between children and birds,

Oh, I would love to say many different swear words.

But I must behave; I’m an elder tree…

Who yesterday was diagnosed with cancer, you see.

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My life will soon be cut short – I just know.

Then the birds and children will have to go.

I’ll be gone, so no more noise or a single peck…

Maybe then I’ll be someone’s brand-new deck.

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So enjoy, little birds – peck away.

Pretty soon it’ll be your last day.

Peace and quiet will reign once more,

And I may be lying in a lumber store.

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Ta, ta!