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!
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