I think that I shall never see
another man go bite a tree.
A tree that did no harm at all,
but waited patiently for fall.
In an alleyway serene
such trees provide a restful scene.
And yet this man, as evil lark,
did grab the tree and chew the bark!
On PCP, and naked, too,
the heavens wept for him -- boo hoo.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but I will never bite a tree.