Boris

There once was a forest
By the name of Boris
His trees were quite pleasing
And his brushes were quite teasing
And yet his flora were to be deforested

His trees were to be cut
And his hills were to be a rut    
He floundered in despair
As the machines did so ensnare
To be called a cur...

There once was a forest
He went by the name of Boris
His trees were quite pleasing
And his crevices were quite squeezing
May he rest in his grave verdigris.