Posted in Simply Poetry

“On top of the world, or in the depths of despair”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

On Top of the World… or at least the Tree!

Swinging, from the tree top
Wearing, a nice new smock
But forgot my other sock
Listening, to some hard rock

Above, all the birds flock
Trying on the branches dock
But, any attempts, off I will knock
For this tree, is my magic block

If you try to make a pit stop
Here, on my claimed tree top
Then be prepared, for a shock
I will punch you out, on the clock