Limerick #142

’Tis the season for trees to fall…in love! A six-part limerick…

Tom Bolo thought pining for love was all wrong
Till Ambur, an Oak Island girl, came along.
She tingled his tree limbs
Like holiday tree hymns.
And so he barked out an Oak Isthmus tree song.

That’s not what a knotty old tree stump would sing.
But Tom, pure of heartwood, cared not for a fling.
“She’s nattily wood-dressed,
And gracefully leaf-blessed,
But lacks the pure joy of a bright new year’s ring.”

A clear isla view let Tom Bolo behold
The warming effect of his song on the cold  
That loneliness brings to
A tree no one sings to.
His song wrapped around her its warm boughs of gold.

The gallant tree reckoned his song would bear fruit
As soon as he donned his Oak Isthmus tree suit.
The dazzling display of
A starry-eyed tree’s love
Would surely enchant her right down to the root.

One long winter’s night that the Tree Angels bless,
Tom Bolo proposed. Ambur smiled and said yes.
An Arbor Day wedding
Saw forceful winds heading
Towards them! They promised a change of address.

Tom Bolo and Ambur were swept far away.
Their branches entangled, they drift to this day.
The sea is their home, and
They’ll never reach dry land,
But sing of tied islands and love gone astray…

© 2014 David E. Miller

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