Just a Lonely Little Weed
A Lonely Little Weed
Just a lonely little weed
Swirling in the breeze
Spiraling toward the sun
Causing sniffles, if you please.
However brave and plucky
This wild plant wants to be
It causes all the allergies
That endlessly curses me.
I’d put this little weed to death
If I could but reach her height
But climbing up above the ground
Creates a bit more fright.
So I’ll just cough and whimper
Until she runs her course
And learn to keep my mouth shut tight
To keep from going hoarse.
Methinks this ballyhoo will end
In perhaps a week or two.
she’ll shrivel up and blow away
I can’t wait until she’s through.
This obnoxious little weed,
With gold upon her head
sprouting on a rooftop,
emerging from her bed.
Nice poem. Makes me think of 8th grade agriculture practicals on the school farm
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