Hello All. The prompt today was to write a parody poem. My parody, is a parody of a parody. In 1932, Ogden Nash took on Joyce Kilmer’s lovely poem Trees, with a modern environmental twist. Almost 90 years later, Mr. Nash’s parody still reads as shrewd and prophetic. I just tried to pick up where he left off. Thank you for reading.
Trees (cubed)
Trees3 I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall I’ll never see a tree at all. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the Earth’s ever heated breast. The trees that look to the sky all day, Breathing CO2 so we might play. A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of grocery bags in her hair; Whose bosom has known the pain Of intimately living with acid rain; Poems are made by fools like me, But only the Earth can make a tree. By Joyce Kilmer Ogden Nash and meg
