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"I am the Lorax,

I speak for the trees,

But y'all wouldn't listen

And so I brought these"

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His eyes fell on tree stumps,

His frame shook with rage;

He cocked back the hammers

and moved to engage.

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The thing about chainsaws,

So helpful with wood;

They can't do the damage

The mad Lorax could.

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From distance, no less,

A mad glint in his eye;

Reloading and roaring

"You're *all* gonna die!"

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Lead hit the pantoofers,

Punched holes in the floozing

As everyone scattered--

'Cept those who weren't moving.

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The gunsmoke did billow,

Then slowly subsided,

As I saw the camp

From the hillside beside it.

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And there stood the Lorax--

I heard it in passing--

He spoke for the trees,

And the trees were all *laughing.*

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Submitted by writtenoffthewall on Thu, Mar 31, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!"