A stream-of-consciousness poem for Saturday. They said it couldn’t be done…and it still hasn’t. 😉 Thank you, Linda Hill!

Keys and Trees
 
 The key you see
 Is to be
 Don’t think too much
 Be like a tree
 Are trees carefree?
 They leaf(ve) when they must
 Are stolid and solid
 Like a man I know
 Who holds my heart
 And unlocks it 
 With a key of understanding
 Kindness and humor
 And the only thing I can think of
 That rhymes with humor is tumor
 And that just won’t do.
 So thinking key and tree…I flee.