Parody Challenge

                                                                  Trees
                                                       By: Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,	5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.	10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

                           My Trees Parody

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose plentiful nuts feed those grey pests,

A nuisance who leaps branch to branch collecting,

A squirrel who takes over my home when winter comes around.

A tree that houses the obnoxious birds

Who proceed to wake me with a start each morning.

A tree whose branches scratch my windows,

The sound piercing my ears, encouraging Goosebumps.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only a true fool would plant a tree.