Artificial Tree

Inside my open foyer, there stands a tree.
Never wants for water, that I can see.
Looks more like a dogwood, if you ask me.
A buzzing friend makes visits, a tiny bee.

Had it when I met dear Sally G,
Quiet, gray bark tower, demands no fee.
Only thing left here by ex Ms Lee,
Never did know why she quit our we,

Now’s the time to make a simple plea,
Without all that pomp and repartee,
If I ever seem too fancy free,
Don't let me rot in that complacency.