With all due respect to those who pine for more Joyce Kilmer. Unfortunately I find his masterpiece a tad earnest, it seems to somehow beg for lampooning. So if this causes any offence
The Lament Of The Lumberjack/Twee.
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as yon tree.
I see Gods deft hand in its bark,
And Mans unkind livid vivid mark.
See that tree, so straight and tall?
Its quiet majesty leaves me in thrall.
Hear the roar of my chainsaw?
Oh, such beauty that I saw.