Cursed!
by cricketjeff on July 16, 2016. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I think that I shall never curse
A tree as badly as a verse;
No tree has kept me up at night
Because its branches “weren’t quite right”,
And halfway up its shape won’t change
With lines that will not rearrange.
No leaves will be too long or short
And picked by desperate last resort,
The fruit it bears will still seem sweet
When heartless critics start to bleat.
There’ll be no tears, no howls of pain,
Great trees mature with little strain.
But though that’s true I know no tree
That moves a heart like poetry.
Author notes
Parody of, and nod of respect tof Joyce Kilmer’s famous poem “Trees”
English