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