I could only do three and a half lines on the last stanza due to the word limit...
Anyway, I gave it my best shot
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When leaves go out in a blaze of glory
Making an effort through one last stand
Giving me inspiration for this story
Gaining recognition throughout the land
Extraordinary transformation they take
Words, yes mine can never do justice
Quite beyond our powers with replicate
Could not even be done by great Augustus
Their colours are bright, loud and gory
Red, yellow and orange, so very grand
They could never mimic the conservative Tory
Maybe instead your royal pipe band
Trees adorned with these are fun to shake
Creating euphoria stronger than robustus
Now we’re using some gardening rake
Ow, #$&#$%tice…
(by the way, the last word isn't really swearing... I just couldn't find another word to rhyme)
