The stinky fish trees have gotten their leaves;
before long their foul bloom with begin!
The odor steals in like highly skilled thieves
with every small gust or breeze of wind.
Soon I will drive to the end of the street,
and my windshield will gather the flowers!
I'll try to wipe off each one that I meet,
but I'll gather new ones with each hour.
Oh Bradford Pear! You please so the eye!
Yet so readily the nose you offend!
Your look's the reason your owner did buy,
Alas! Your scent will be your bitter end.
Who did name you after the luscious pear
when you are know for infesting the air?
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