... with no apologies to Joyce Kilmer
I think that I will never see
A nuisance like the maple tree.
After dropping its propeller seed
Its later growth is guaranteed.
It's here a tree, there a tree
Everywhere a tree, tree, tree.
All these maples drive me nuts
And there are no ifs, ands or buts.
In the spring and through the fall
I'll struggle to extract them all.
I fear they'll cause my handicap
'Cause I'll be a dithering maple sap.
January 3, 2003