I like to flex my muscles,
says the tree,
waving its branches
militantly,
I’m coming at you,
wait and see!
You’re on, I say,
just back from gym,
in an adrenaline
driven whim.
I’m going out
on a limb.
I engage it
in an arm wrestle.
Something snaps,
sadly droops.
Round one to me,
I whoop.
What are we even doing here?
You took us from the cool supermarket shelves and abandoned us on this warm table.
Why?
Because some kids might rock up on Halloween and say “Trick or Treat?” and you don’t want to come across as the bad guy.
Well, take a look around. No one’s knocked.
What are you going to do with us? You don’t even like chocolate.
Oh God, you’re not going to dump us, are you? Can we appeal to your better nature and take us back to the supermarket? They’ll be glad to see us.
Wait. Did you hear that? There’s a knock at the door. I see three goblins peering through the window. They’re for us.
John Malone 