“Hello Mr Weed”
I said to a weed one day.
“Why are you here, why in my way?”
To my surprise he replied
“I’m here because I want to be and I’m in your way because you think I am”
“Well Mr Weed”
I said quite taken aback
“I half expected this from you what did you mean by all that?”
“I meant”
He said with an air of importance
“That you only think I’m in your way because you have plans to put a prettier plant here”
“Well I never!”
I exclaimed
“You’ve hit it right on the nose that’s exactly what I intend to do and by Jove I’ll do it!”
“Oh please don’t do it sir!”
He begged
“I’m only a poor weed nobody wants me”
“Exactly! Nobody wants you, least of all me!”
I told him as I pulled him out with a yank.
“You’ll regret this!”
He screeched as he took his last breath.
And regret it did for my flower bed is no more,
Not a flower in sight just a tangled mass of green.
All because I pulled out one stubborn weed!
