The Royal Palm
It's not as if I grew this tall
To be a birdhouse. Blackbirds
Of the raucous cry: don't you know
I'm royalty--King of the Yard?
And those congregations setting up
Church in my noble top, did they ask
If I were Pentecostal? No! I'm
The Pope. I'll take them to task, Me!
I'm the Immaculate Conception, See!
I was there on the road to Emmaus.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not King Kong,
But I am plenty strong. Beware
My fury, you useless potpourri--
One match to my tush,
And I'm The Burning Bush.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008
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