When teetering on the edge . . .

With thanks to Dominik Van Opdenbosch for use of the header image; a curious looking owl sat on a branch (licensing).

I was going to tell thee
Of Guffrey McGhee
The farting tree
But the tale’s a bit shit
And not in
The obvious way
Instead a truth it be
That trees release gas
Day and night
Matter of factly
A consequence of
Cellular respiration
Thus to insinuate
A tree passes wind
Isn’t quite the hoot
It might seem
Instead let’s leave that
To all the wise owls
Hunched in their branches
Though perhaps not as sensibly
As lore would have one believe
If they’re sat there twit-tawooing
While getting farted on

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