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The chair

(with a nod to Sir Spike Milligan)

They took a chainsaw

to an elderly resident of the forest

where it ended up on a journey

to a woodcutters yard

The tree in its prime

rose high into the air

a resting place for aviators

on their way to other shores

but now its been chopped

shaped and reformed

it’s children – look different to the tree

deformed

and they’re asked by the

craftsman’s son or daughter

“Why’d you chop down that big tree

To make me look shorter ?”