“Trees” by Kilmer.
I think that I shall never see
a thing as ugly as that tree.
She raises her leafy arms to shower
leaves on my yard, sap on my car.
She holds her heavy limbs aloof
and tears the shingles off my roof.
Grass won’t grow within her shade
so through the mud I daily wade.
In other trees birds sing and flit.
They only come to my tree to ****.
When autumn reds and golds abound
My tree just turns to barnyard brown.
I’ve had enough I went to town
And bought an axe to chop her down.
And down she fell with a mighty POW
Crushed my barn and killed my cow.
By Yours Truly over 50 years ago.