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!
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