I despise walnuts,

Both nut and tree

I don’t mean all nuts–

Just these, right by A.G.

I thought of them because of rain

An errant cloud? All hands on deck!

Grab the tarps! was Mom’s refrain!

Cover ’em up or they’ll mildew to

 

 

 

Heck!

I hate ’em, being pointy and hard

At harvest. They fall like longbow arrows

Upon your cranium, they do retard

Your feelings for them. Sorrow, sorrow.

Pick ’em and your hands turn black

Thrown, when green, by Certain Sibs,

And you have to say, hit in the back:

“Walnuts, Doc.” as he tapes your ribs.

Oh thank you, thank you, husk fly larvae

You may be slimy, but you’re always famished

You killed the walnuts; I think that’s marvy

When in high school, I took Spanish!