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