As I wander through the porcelain orchards, I seek fruit-bearing toilet trees.
My wife heard me say something like that, and she thought I plucked it ripe and ready-made from a poet tree.
But that wasn't my intention. I saw something similar growing on a pun...dit tree, but I turned away.
I wanted to cultivate my own, and I did. This one I pluck this morning straight from divine.