The Tree You Built Your House By
The Pervert Tree is watching you.
The hoary old oak with branch arms out reached-
He’s always there. Trees don’t have a curfew.
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The grinning tree is versed in everything you do
All privacy in your bedroom has long been breached
The Pervert Tree is watching you.
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His sprig fingers want to touch you
Like the littles ones he before beseeched.
He’s always there. Trees don’t have a curfew.
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As the tales are real, the facts are true
The pervert man was caught and impeached.
The Pervert Tree is outside watching you.
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So many souls soiled by his lust to screw
The town’s little one’s innocence has all been leached.
He’s always there. Trees dont have curfews.
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The young tree had no choice then, a hanging due
As the damnation to hell, a cursing preached
The Pervert tree is watching you.
He’s always there. Trees don’t have curfews.
Recommended3 Simily SnapsPublished in All Stories, Classic Literature, Contemporary Fiction, Fiction, Horror, Mystery/Thriller, Poetry
Not a bad effort, although you have broken the rules in a few places!
I know it’s not perfect. I’ll probably end up tweaking it endlessly as I do.
It’s simple enough to do – just make sure that every repeated line in an exact repeat. For the villanelle, Sylvia Plath is an excellent role model as someone who used the verse form very effectively.