Put those leaves back on your branches, <br />It is not getting any warmer out here. <br />The colder weather is coming, <br />But yet you are bare. <br /> <br />Put those leaves back on your branches, <br />I do not want to have to come over there. <br />You sit all nice and neat simply humming, <br />Without a care. <br /> <br />Put those leaves back on your branches, <br />It is not something you need to share. <br />The colder weather is coming, <br />It is in the air. <br /> <br />Put those leaves back on your branches, <br />Listen to me, this I declare: <br />You are a skank in the making! <br />It adds no flair. <br /> <br />Put those leaves back on your branches, <br />This is my final plea here. <br />Why is it that you continue stripping? <br />Are you not aware? <br /> <br />Those leaves are doing no good on the ground, <br />And yet you continue to astound. <br />I will not ask again: <br />My plea, my prayer-amen.<br /><br />Amanda May Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-skank/
