Yellow dandelion
I used to think you were a flower
But my grandma knew better
So she plucked you out my Gardner
But my thumb was a pale white that day
So I picked you up out the dirt
With the worms and other nasty beetles
See I thought you were one with the daffodils
Just mistaken for the wrong species
Naive
I
Put you in my hair
Paraded you around
Your roots circling down my spine
Feeding off my little supply
Watered you with my purest tears
And warmed you in my sunshine
Till you suffocated this garden of mine
But see my grandma knew better
And with her green thumb you see
She pruned my rose bushes
And planted new azaleas
Where you had been
See my grandma
With her green thumb
Well
She plucked the weed that was the thorn in my mind
