Mr. P Plank - A Life Story

I am a plank,
A plank of wood,
I used to be a tree,
And I was born when they cut down,
The former version of me.

I am a plank,
I sit in a boat,
And sail the seven seas,
Looking for an island,
With rocks, a beach, and trees.

I am a plank,
I lie on the roof,
Of one of their tiny abodes,
And I do my best to keep out,
The wind, the rain and snows.

I am a plank,
In tatters and shreds,
Attacked by rebellious troops,
The villagers they were rounded up,
And led away in groups.

I am a plank,
In a small bundle,
Wrapped up in thick sodden rope,
I get taken to a settlement,
They’ll be nice to me, I hope.

I am a plank,
On a wood fire,
I should have run and fled,
Good bye my good companion,
For now, I am dead.