Christmas trees

A long time ago
In a woodland far away
Some Christmas trees lived
And in the wind they did sway
Growing so large
And ever so tall
Along came a bloke
To make poor trees fall
Selling at market
To.make.cash in hand
Owner doesn't know
The tramp.made a grand
To spend on his gambling
In hensfield bingo hall
To make even more
Cash for Christmas and all
The moral.of the story
Is this so you know
Don't steal the Christmas tree
Because your father will know!

Reviews

[Taino]

I love your poem. It reminds me of Christmas when I was growing up. It did bring a smile to my face! Well done!