As you stood, arms apart,
Clothes bedraggled,
As if ran through forest wood,
I glared.
At the pit of nighttime,
I gained a taste of sky-high envy,
As you laughed. You laughed at my spite.
And you stood, crooked like that
Through season, come or go
You stayed. Straight up. Non-mover,
Staring straight at my beady eye.
It took me months, i was not daring so
Until I came down and around my ugly arms I throw.
Now I will stay. You are mad.
But this has given me taste and fuel,
For though you scowl and search and claw
My my my stutter is for the revenge seeking scarecrow.
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