Wilted Dandelion
A poem
A wilted dandelion is not a pretty sight. But with its invasive nature, A healthy one is no delight. The seeds do quick mature.
Then neighbors do complain: Kill it quick is their refrain. Do not delay, we pray, For seeds will quickly fly our way.
So, a wilted dandelion will delight, Many an anxious suburbanite. When Spring lawns begin to grow, They do not like the yellow glow.
Dig them up; put them in the bin there they’ll wilt and fade away. It is no sin to put them in the bin And pray they do not return another day.
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