I'm not clicking on it.
We went to an outdoor festival a couple of years ago and the Local Poet's Group demanded that the Open Mic was cut short so that they could have their slot exactly on time.
Within the first few seconds of 'a piece inspired by our natural environment' -
Some trees are
big
Some trees are
small
Some are only saplings and
(dramatic pause for effect)
some
(wait for it)
(wait for it)
(STOP muttering at the back there)
SOME TREES are -
Well, actually, I can't tell you with absolute certainty what the next line was, as the entire crowd stampeded away as though Patient Zero of the Zombie Apocalypse had just shown up in an anorak and jaunty sunhat during a heatwave.
I just can't.