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

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