Literature
Palm Tree
There was this girl in
elementary,
who was tall and skinny
like a brown palm tree.
The others laughed
at her bushy leaves,
so she cried
and cried
like a drama queen.
Then she grew and grew
up to the blue,
grew and grew
as time flew,
grew and grew
and grew and grew
until she found
a pretty nice view.
Let the storm hit.
Let the waves crash.
Those plain trees
are being trashed.
She bends and sways
throughout the clash,
won’t uproot,
cause she’s brash.
Then she grew and grew
up to the blue,
grew and grew
as time flew,
grew and grew
and grew and grew,
until she found
a pretty nice view.
You sure have changed,
got wind-blown flair,