A man with a humongous butt <br />was injured by a coconut. <br />He'd taken Max the cattle hound <br />for a short walk across the ground. <br />He passed the windy esplanade <br />and sought the comfort of some shade <br />which was, together with a breeze <br />available beneath the trees. <br />The dog, conditioned by genetics <br />and hardly fond of pure aesthetics, <br />would lift his leg and spray a mist <br />onto each tree, thus it be kissed <br />and grow through fertiliser bigger <br />(here, nitrogen would be the trigger) . <br />One tree, a stately specimen <br />liked neither dogs nor gentlemen, <br />it stood there, seemingly contented <br />but in its brain it was demented, <br />so, in a fraction of a second <br />it thought, considered and then reckoned <br />that timing was the real key, <br />the dog paid dearly for his pee. <br />The man as well, and here's the story, <br />the tree made hound and human sorry, <br />by shaking due to agitation, <br />which was enabled by dilation <br />of pulmonary arteries, <br />and squeezing of the tree's own knees, <br />releasing pure adrenalin <br />and setting up the tree to win. <br />Some eighteen coconuts were hanging <br />and in the wind, were gently banging <br />until the shaking cut them loose, <br />and, heavy weights due to their juice, <br />they crashed high speed onto the mutt <br />and knocked the human on his butt. <br />The moral is trees are majestic <br />that goes for foreign and domestic. <br />But now and then, they stand their ground, <br />dropp coconuts on man and hound.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butt-coconuts/
