The Stinky Blossom Tree

©2003 Harvey H. Warwick III

When you drive a car that’s white
And the paint is nice and bright
It’s the kind of road machine
That you want to keep real clean.
Even if you’re not the kind
Who will wash and wax and shine
Still, you’ll want to keep it neat:
Put some covers on the seat

And you never want to park beneath the stinky blossom tree
That drops at least a dozen blooms a minute, easily.
Unless you hose them off your car, they leave an ugly stain;
You can’t depend on breezes and you can’t depend on rain.

If when driving home real late
You’re the last car through the gate
And there’s nowhere else to park
As you’re cruising in the dark,
Better park a block away
And walk farther the next day
Back to see a shining car.
You will find it’s better far

Than if you park it underneath the stinky blossom tree
Where things will pile up on your car quite unbelievably.
They’ll lodge beneath your wipers and they’ll clog your A/C vents.
I wish they’d put a sign up to warn all the residents.

7/03