Conversation with a Myoman Tree

by Hannah Griffiths

A tree was waving at my friend,
It asked if she believed.
My Friend said Yes, she had faith.
The tree asked her why.
My friend said she was a pestle
And the tree said it was a myoma.

The tree asked me who I was
So I told it
I’m a Hustlement – I go to gauze.
The tree asked me if I read my Beat everyday
And I told him Yes but they’re expensive,
How did you get yours?
Haggled for It, and a bas while I was there.