The subject is trees. And once again I have the poetry stretch over at The Miss Rumphius Effect to thank. Dusting off Joyce Kilmer’s much-maligned poem I found myself instantly enamored with her last line, “But only God can make a tree.” Indeed, I thought, but what of all the man-made trees in the world? With that in mind I found myself making a list.
the fruits of trees no god created
I think that we shall never see
the following fruits fall from a tree:
no circuits from the circuit trees
on gadgets from the gadget trees;
nor puppets from the puppet tree
on rockets from the rocket tree;
no peasants among peasant trees,
nor varlets amid varlet trees;
no bigots and no bigot tree!
no zealots and no zealot tree!
baptists? not from baptist trees!
harlots? not from harlot trees!
no trinket-twinkling trinket trees,
or toilet-tinkling toilet trees;
the chemist trees are free of chemists
and artist trees are void of artists;
no palmists in the palmist tree,
no dentists in the dentist tree;
no covens from the coven tree
with infants for the infant tree;
no pundits from the pundit tree
pulling pageants-full of pageant tree;
no merchants from the merchant tree
pinching muskets from the musket tree;
while poets from the forest trees
invent forests for their poet trees…
I think, and I’m sure god agrees
it’s best no trees bear fruit like these!
Yes, yes. What can I say in my defense that would sound believable? Nothing. I went straight for the puns, and still I left a few out that I didn’t think fit. Now if you’ll excuse me, the pillory awaits.
Elsewise, it’s Poetry Friday! Take a gander at all the poetic goodness available, conveniently rounded up at A Year of Reading this week.