Poem

[lolotehe]

Two travelers were walking in the fearful summer heat
The noonday sun was merciless and both of them were beat
They found a tree and gazed up at its maple-like formed leaves
Its scaly bark and burr-shaped nuts said it was a plane tree.

“How useless is this fig-less plane,” one of them cajoled.
“It only drops a mess of leaves whenever it gets cold.
“It has no fruit of any kind a traveler may eat.”
And his companion laughed from their shelter from the heat.

“Ungrateful, wretched creatures!” the plane tree now did chide
“I offer you the only place in which from sun to hide!
“To even mention such a thing, you two should be ashamed!
“To gripe about my lack of fruit while resting in my shade!”