Mocking poem about the French, poems by Richard Macwilliam

THE PLANE TREES OF FRANCE

At night they move, great shadows on the march,
Positioning themselves at the bends of roads,
Traipsing across fields to the most dangerous spots
Where they wait, branches waving, alert,
Ready to hurl themselves forward implacably at speeding motorists
Too drink-sodden or speed-crazed to notice.

Now the Anti Plane Tree Commandos have arrived,
Manly heroes of this desperate hour,
Chainsaws buzzing,
Oblivious to all dangers,
Stalking like hunters the terrorist trees!

Hurrah! To the Anti Plane Tree Commandos!
Hurrah! To the breweries!
Hurrah! To high speed!
Death to Plane Trees!

Sept 2001

Following the frequent deaths of motorists too drunk to negotiate the bends in roads a small group of 'Anti Plane Tree Commandos' have taken to chopping down Plane trees that are causing all the problems.

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