An Ode to Pine Pollen

Today we shall talk about pollen
The yellow kind, on cars it has fallen
Though it only be pine
Car owners shall whine
For your ride's sure not looking ballin'.

In spring, hay fever is horrid:
The assaults on sinuses torrid.
Though it seems all the same
The pine's not to blame;
Its pollen's too large to be snorted.

These trees use wind pollination
So Long Leaf has spread 'cross the nation.
For hundreds of miles
Gametes float on in style
Need no bees for fertilization.

Though most can't wait long to wash it,
The dust on your car could make profit.
In China it's prized
For nutritional sides
"A wonder!" they claim when they hawk it.

The story of Pinus palustris
Can therefore be thought as illustrious
From here to th'Atlantic
The mess makes us panic--
Perhaps dendrologic injustice!