Butt Coconuts Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A man with a humongous butt
was injured by a coconut.
He'd taken Max the cattle hound
for a short walk across the ground.
He passed the windy esplanade
and sought the comfort of some shade
which was, together with a breeze
available beneath the trees.
The dog, conditioned by genetics
and hardly fond of pure aesthetics,
would lift his leg and spray a mist
onto each tree, thus it be kissed
and grow through fertiliser bigger
(here, nitrogen would be the trigger) .
One tree, a stately specimen
liked neither dogs nor gentlemen,
it stood there, seemingly contented
but in its brain it was demented,
so, in a fraction of a second
it thought, considered and then reckoned
that timing was the real key,
the dog paid dearly for his pee.
The man as well, and here's the story,
the tree made hound and human sorry,
by shaking due to agitation,
which was enabled by dilation
of pulmonary arteries,
and squeezing of the tree's own knees,
releasing pure adrenalin
and setting up the tree to win.
Some eighteen coconuts were hanging
and in the wind, were gently banging
until the shaking cut them loose,
and, heavy weights due to their juice,
they crashed high speed onto the mutt
and knocked the human on his butt.
The moral is trees are majestic
that goes for foreign and domestic.
But now and then, they stand their ground,
dropp coconuts on man and hound.