I wrote trees and trees of sleek prelusions
And stirred the lyrics in a rapid beat
An attempt, of course, to arouse confusion
I tribal-danced the tune around her feet.

My hyperbolic choreography
Was confident — my delivery strong.
I slid past good judgment, then suddenly
My ba da bum bum      bum      bum   was cut off.

She knelt me down in the responding rain,
My teeth ta-daing and dripping in PLEASE.
I held out my hands and made my case plain:
If not for my pride, then three dozen trees?

But allusion was part of her mystique —
Her rejection rolled out and licked my cheek.