Such a Miserable Plight

A fig and elm tree stood side by side but different did they grow. the elm grew tall and cast the shadow that turns a friend to foe. Elm you have no progeny the fig tree said in time and yet you have the nerve to keep the sun from mine The fig tree shrieked aren’t you ashamed I promise, swear and vowed when mine are grown and you have none we’ll see if your still proud When the day came. . . as it did Each bough was jammed with figs So many that it caught the eye of a troop of soldiers marching by Who broke her branches and seized her ken and left her maimed in every limb. The elm sighed friend which was right to have no child to kiss good night or to be brought by them such a miserable plight!