(The following dramatic narrative is based on a Sri Lankan proverb.)
A fox really wanted to poo,
but it was not a national zoo.
He looked around for a washroom,
but he sat on something like a mushroom.
The sprout quickly shot him up
and he landed down like a frightened cop.
He crept slyly toward the brat
that shot him up like a sprat.
Yet, for his wonder,
there was no thunder.
A sprout stood with only two petals;
he hotly clattered his teeth like two metals.
Then high and low, he declared,
“a growing tree can promptly be said
simply by its two petals.
Photo: Mahesh Ranaweera (Our son)