Maples are red
I wish a big curse
Upon leaf-peepers' heads
And clog up the lanes
back from leaf-peeping --
You are royal pains.
Must you all pile in cars
To peep leaves this time?
And why must this poetry
Have rhythm and rhyme?
The highway is blocked
And you are to blame!
Just like in the summer --
It's more of the same!
So here's to leaf peepers
Wherever you roam --
May it be far away and
The rest may STAY HOME.
