My father planted a tree in spring
in the middle of our lawn.
Our poodle went out to sniff the thing
a dog to the manner born.
Contentedly, he circled the tree
for Scamp was easy to please.
A present, he thought! A place to pee!
So he prepared to take his ease.
As if he were someone launching a ship,
he cocked his leg against the trunk
with a practised swing of his woolly hip
then drenched it like a hapless drunk,
as he barked at the bark of the tree.
Oh, how he enjoyed his inaugural pee.