He swung from you budding boughs And slept securely in your shade. Then abandoned you for years somehow. Sold your apples and spent the money he made.
He used you and abused you!
Cut off your branches to build his house. Then chopped down your trunk to craft a boat. Both times leaving you as lonely as a plagued mouse. O' he returned, when his selfish ideas didn't float.
He used you and abused you!
Finally, all he could take was a rest. You straightened so he could sit on your stump. This was criminal and not stated in jest, The metaphor said it all, when the last part you kissed was his ****!
He used you and abused you! What was wrong with him? More importantly, what was wrong with you?
This children's story always made me feel so bad for the tree. Though, most people read it as a happy story. It doesn't have great flow, but I like the content.