The Tire Tree
I had to tell all of my friends
We ran over to look, and we were in awe
Someone had beat me in making a tire tree
It had been my dream
Now here it was, all done up,
Someone else had the same dream
The difference is, they probably did not live at home
where my parents nixed the idea of me bringing home a bunch of tires
they thwarted my artistic efforts
you could make a cotton ball tree, my friend suggested
Has she met my mother?
Our house looks like Best Homes and Garden magazine
Like no one has ever coughed or farted in it.
My mother never let me have paints.
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