the ugly tree
we have a tree we bought a time
when on the lot the trees were few
'twas sparse and craggy for its size
and age as though 'twere old, not new
not cute nor sweet in any way
nor promised future grander bough
from hook-like stubby clawing stalks
that grasped a flapping leaf or two
why e'er we bought it i'll not say
so often we bemoan the lapse
and how the beastie will not die
but only leans in feigned collapse
altho' an ice storm hit the thing
'twas only strengthened in its will
much more unsightly to become
and grow more asymmetrical
with ropes to close the gaping holes
i pulled the splaying branches in
essaying to affect a shape
less spider-like and more sanguine
alas the day we planted it
grim future we could not foresee
and now years hence i sound the cry:
ye best not pick a forlorn tree.
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