Daily Poems for 2025

Copse

Copse

Copse

Copse

Copse

“Cheese it, the copse!”
shouted Dale,
thinking he was so funny
until the trees
arrested him
for littering the forest
with his little orange
cracker squares.

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Copse

The AI rendrered this poem as cheesy yellow sqaures raining down into a pile surrounding an unfortunate tree that has every reason to call the authorities.