Oh tree oh tree oh scraggly elm tree.
Oh why oh why do you do this to me?
You don’t even live inside my yard
Yet you make me work oh so hard
Oh tree oh tree oh tree oh tree
All day I am forced to sweep your debris
You hitch a ride on my Shaggy Pooch
I find you on the floor, on the couch, in my shoes
You’re just trying to procreate
Soon I know you will abate
Summer will come, your dots will desist
I assure you Elm, they will not be missed
This has been an Ode to my neighbor’s Elm Tree. Every spring it attempts to create baby elms all over my patio. It is persistent and messy. If I were a dog, I’d have a completely different perspective.
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