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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.

The grinning tree is versed in everything you do

All privacy in your bedroom has long been breached

The Pervert Tree is watching you.

His sprig fingers want to touch you

Like the littles ones he before beseeched.

He’s always there. Trees don’t have a curfew.

As the tales are real, the facts are true

The pervert man was caught and impeached.

The Pervert Tree is outside watching you.

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.

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.

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Responses

      1. 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.