Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree.
*I think you’re standing
on my feet.*
Oh, said the man
and moved a little
and sat leaning
against the tree.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*but your sweat’s
on my trunk.*
Oh, said the man
and he climbed up
the tree
to some way off the ground.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*but you’re in my arms
and you’re not my baby.*
Oh, said the man
and he moved up
a little more
and rested well in a nest.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*you shouldn’t make
your home here;
I think it’s time
for you to move on.*
Oh...right, said the man.
Let it be so.
And he climbed
down the tree.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree.
*I don’t think
you need to water me!*
Oh, said the man
zipping up his pants.
*Then I suppose
it’s time for me to go.*
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:09 PM UTC
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree.
*I think you’re standing
on my feet.*
Oh, said the man
and moved a little
and sat leaning
against the tree.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*but your sweat’s
on my trunk.*
Oh, said the man
and he climbed up
the tree
to some way off the ground.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*but you’re in my arms
and you’re not my baby.*
Oh, said the man
and he moved up
a little more
and rested well in a nest.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree,
*you shouldn’t make
your home here;
I think it’s time
for you to move on.*
Oh...right, said the man.
Let it be so.
And he climbed
down the tree.
Pardon me, Sir,
said Polite Tree.
*I don’t think
you need to water me!*
Oh, said the man
zipping up his pants.
*Then I suppose
it’s time for me to go.*
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