
Christmas Tree Hero
Nothing happens in our small town
New years Eve , we all count down
For most the aims to get a snog
With wives or friends or some stray dog
Then whispers turn into a dare
And spreads around the market square
The balding tree, so poorly lit
Has someone climbing onto it
It wobbles as they reach the top
The branches snap and bend and flop
A policeman tries to get them down
But soon it crashes to the ground
And there it lies across the floor
Looking better than before
The climbing hero’s led away
And won’t be seen ‘til New Years Day
The townsfolk boo and laugh and cheer
And say they’ll climb the tree next year
©2010 Mark C Bird