The Hopalong Tree Poem by Richard D Remler

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Growing a Hopalong Tree
Takes some skill.
Just ask ol' Cloretta,
Or Himnal,
Or Phil.
They'll tell you right so,
And they'll tell you right clear.
Hopalong Tree's
Don't like growing
Around here.

A Hopalong Tree seed
Is shaped like a Q.
I know it sounds odd,
But it is ever so true.
They are not very big,
Not at all,
All the time.
And they fussle a bit,
And complain.
And they whine.

They do not like the rain,
So don't plant them
Outside.
If you do,
They'll just fiddle
And piddle
And hide
Somewhere in the shade
Where the rain
Cannot go.
So plant them
Some place
They are willing
To grow.

They are friend
To the mushroom,
The Ibble,
The Qwitt.
And they really like
Root Beer,
Just a lot,
And a bit.
They do not like the Winter,
Or Summer,
Or Spring,
Nor any and all
Of the troubles
They bring.

They do not like
The mornings,
The evenings,
The day.
Nonsense like that
Only gets in the way.
They care not for the fowls
That nest in their bows.
Nope, a Hopalong Tree
Won't have any
Of those!

Just leave them alone,
As if you don't care.
Treat them as though
They are not even there.
Ignore them, of course,
And how happy you'll be,
Should you fancy
To plant a fine
Hopalong Tree.



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