The indecisive coconut just hung.
He waited and waited,
swayed a little
in the tropical breeze
but just hung.
A big fat tourist
in loud Hawaiian shorts
strolled by.
The indecisive coconut decided.
He dropped...
and missed.
It split in two
on the hard stony ground.
The coconut tree glanced down,
sighed,
and thought,
no point crying over spilt milk.
There"ll be other tourists.
After all,
one hundred and fiffty
is a big number.
Statistics never lie.