Under the Ginkgo Tree

My husband parked our car beside
A ginkgo in the city.
The street was littered with its leaves,
So yellow and so pretty.

The female ginkgo also sheds
Some nuts with such a smell,
Just step on one and suddenly,
You won’t feel very well.

That night there was both wind and rain
And pods came pelting down.
Our silver Subaru now wore
A coat of yellow-brown.

It looked like Nature chose our car
And gleefully did bomb it;
To top it off, it reeked and smelled
Remarkably like vomit.

The lesson to be learned is this:
When parking near a ginkgo,
Determine if it’s male or else
Your car will be fa-shtinko!*

*a fake Yiddish word – means what it sounds like!