Under the Ginkgo Tree

My husband parked our car beside A ginkgo in the city. The street was littered with its leaves, So yellow and so pretty. The female ginkgo also sheds Some nuts with such a smell, Just step on one and suddenly, You won’t feel very well. That night there was both wind and rain And pods came pelting down. Our silver Subaru now wore A coat of yellow-brown. It looked like Nature chose our car And gleefully did bomb it; To top it off, it reeked and smelled Remarkably like vomit. The lesson to be learned is this: When parking near a ginkgo, Determine if it’s male or else Your car will be fa-shtinko!* *a fake Yiddish word – means what it sounds like!