• Treemaster099@pawb.social
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    1 年前

    In the past, beyond the pale

    A forgotten story, a foreign tale

    Traversing through a mountainous wood

    A lone figure, wearing a hood

    The forest was dire, but he walked with ease

    Because he alone was the master of trees

    Branches sway to clear a street

    For any other, they would surely beat

    What was the name of that man on the hill?

    Why, none other than Tom Bombadil!

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    I had to do two,

    Because the first wasn’t true.

    I was a child of a young sort

    When I looked upon my porch.

    In order to cut our trees faster,

    My dad bought The Tree Master.

    It was a wood chipper with buttons and levers.

    I borrowed it’s name and thought myself clever.

    That was well over 10 years ago.

    I never came up with a new name, though.