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.