A malcontent weed sends her roots out to strangle

Drink up the water, to trip up and tangle.

She has her eye on the roses in velvet like suits

Viciously spreading her tendril like roots.

Her roots travel quite quickly in daylight and dark

So eager to grow so as to leave their mark.

Happiest she to the choking and plunder

How long till she will be queen she does wonder.

In the ongoing war of the weeds tis her duty

To attack and destroy all blooms of rare beauty.

Jealous of the beautiful red rose who is crowned

The weed cries. In tears she finds herself drowned.

She waters the ground with the tears she is shedding

Watering the delicate mossy like bedding.

Preparing the ground for new roots she is making

Gleeful in all of the earth she is taking.

The rose garden at last is near to her grasp

Fragrant rose perfume in the air makes her gasp.

For a weed from the thicket revenge can be sweet

Traveling so far, her dream almost complete.

Then just as the daylight has warmed up the earth

As spring birdies are singing a song full of mirth

The weed spies her prey and ready for war

Now strangle the rose! She wants nothing more.

Perhaps she was tired from all of that growing

Or maybe off guard from the seed she was sowing.

With the head of a rake she met her grim reaper

By misjudging the tended red rose's keeper.

The rose keeper for now has ended the threat

And chopped off the weed's head lest one should forget.

A message to the seeds that the weed managed to sow

You best be careful young weedlings which way you grow.

04/24/2006

Posted on 04/24/2006
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