re: #148 steve

If a tree has feelings in the forest, are we to fell it?

A tree I happened to adore
Aiming soon with it to score
But all my advances she did spurn
Thus rage inside me ‘gan to turn
With vile anger, my pleasures coarse
I thought to take with loathesome force
But when with her I tried to rut
All I got was splinters in my butt.