I think that I will never see
the point of tarting up a tree
too small to bless me with some shade
or fruit to press for lemonade.
A tree so minuscule to need
protection when the dachshund peed.
A tree if by a marmot climbed
would break and let him get enslimed
in mud dug up among its roots
by truffle-hunting bandicoots.
A tree attributed to chaps
who’ll stew a spaniel if it naps.
A bonsai tree whose fairy size
is meant some say to maximize
the egos of our human race
that loses little losing face.
A tree as large as broccoli stumps;
a sort of mushroom with the mumps.
A tree whose lumber would if pressed
fail to provide one decent chest.
Enfin a tree too small for me
to eulogize. A flimflam tree.