In Love With a Tree Stump

Today I dressed and went out for my daily roundabout what started as a short jog turned into a funny log. I watched as she was worshipped smelt, licked, never a day skipped she was bathed in showers warm from that bad dog's morning storm! A proud thing, its head held high enjoyed nibbles from her guy kissed, embraced by the river by her adoring beaver! From the rains the night before she woke and happily wore her jeweled crown shining through when from her womb mushrooms grew. This last stump, a diff'rent kind was quite lucky it could find a lover, friend, chum, and pal lucky he, but poor, poor gal!