A priceless parody is one that nearly writes itself. Here's a take off on Joyce Kilmer's famous poem, Trees, which is followed by Ramirez's not-so-famous - but definitely funnier, Trees.

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
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.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree the deer have munched upon
Until it finds its apples gone.
Though not a tree, tomatoes grow
But never graced our salads, though.
The hostas, prim, composed, and shy
Say "salad bar" to deer nearby
Who eat them all before I go
To find a rock that I can throw.
A tree that may in summer bear
The berries birds are eating there.
Upon whose bosom recently
Some squirrels were chewing thoughtfully.
A tree whose hungry arms are pressed
Against the earth where slugs ingest...
...Organic matter that they need
Another thousand mouths to feed.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But larger fools will plant a tree.
This "Priceless Parody" is in couplet form. Poetry and humor go together well, no?
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