A Moral Tale <br /> <br />It was a sickly little palm trees, when small, yellowish <br />leaves like a tobacco plant in Zimbabwe not harvested, <br />It had been bought from a bankrupt gardening centre, <br />the man how got it showed no respect peed on the plant, <br />which he had placed outside the kitchen door, when he <br />was drunk; it was the only liquid the poor palm baby <br />ever got. The inebriate committed suicide and the plant <br />was purchased by a man who had no children; he spoke <br />softly to the palm, as it should be his own daughter, and <br />it thrived. Every year he had to buy a bigger pot to fit <br />it in, till there were no pots big enough to room the now <br />healthy tree. So he dug up the swimming pool, planted <br />his beloved tree there; it’s no ten storey high and has been <br />on the telly, since its long roots wrecked the man’s house.<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moral-tale/
