Classic Poem

this winter"s revolt of the unbellied trees
one reason being they"re all gnarled knees
like Mrs. Foerster-Dudley at Aunt Alice"s teas

trees grope with itch for Spring
go on and itch Trees you don"t know anything
about how Ridley went Younger Generating

Ridley you laugh with pulp red cheeks
Ridley you have waded with little girls in creeks
Ridley you were a little with unfevered brow for a few weeks
tactile unredargued! trees undazed with bitter
used-up biting blankness of sweat were fitter
come Fulvia no did the Pea"s hairpinned tongue titter