Weeds
Theres a crack in the crazy paving,We need to get up there quick as we are craving,
We spread our roots far and wide,
Just from here all the way to the other side,
Just a weed with colourful flowers,
As we soak up the rain from the April showers,
The humans try to kill us off,
We laugh at them with deriscion and scoff,
They pour weed killer all over us,
Haha they are such a wuss,
Ooh the pain of the hebicide as it devours our roots,
The humans walk on the lawn with their wellington boots,
It was nice to see the brief hazy sun shine,
Now dying slowly if we had a voice you could hear us whine.
This Poems Story
Weeds, the demon of any gardener
Public Collections Containing This Poem
Other Poems By This Author
-
The Unanswered Question
PoetKarl Delaney
-
Weeds
PoetKarl Delaney
Delete Comment
User:
Comment: