The Fallen Tree

My wifey wants to read a poem by me,

Perhaps I should before she is felled by a tree.

A tree, say me? What do you say?

Ah, where do I begin?.. it must have been a lonely day.

A tree had fallen on top of our house,

Bothering my wife (who has the strength of a mouse)

So much so that she tried to take it off,

But lacking much power (she paused to cough)

My wife lifted the tree by the thickening trunk,

"A tree branch heavy?" Who would have thunk?

And heave, did she, way above her head,

Until her arms gave way and left her for dead.

But thankfully my wife has a very long neck,

And the heavy branch rolled of her head and arms and chest

Until it crashed to the ground,

With a thunderous sound.

But, alas, at least my wife is still alive,

(And shamefully proud),

That singlehandedly she removed the tree from our dwelling,

Despite her bruised neck that is still painfully swelling...