Bad Poetry

Ode to an Odious Tree

I don't know if this is good enough to be called mediocre, but I'm striving to do better.

 Under the spreading Sweet Gum tree
 Spring and Summer gumballs fall on me
 whenever I mow the grass
 The mower picks them up and clanging, banging
 flings them against my truck
 which chaps my ass
 And that ain’t all, just wait til fall
 when the leaves add to the clutter
 but this too will pass
 Winter brings starkness, no leaves, no gumballs
 just a tree sleeping and waiting
 to make another mess