A Verse for the Cursed

Oh Dandelion, I watch you grow

And wonder why we hate you so

Your cheerful yellow flowers sing

In celebration, “See? It’s spring!”

You’re very hardy there’s no doubt

You grow in cold or wet or drought

Yet most will hate you in the lawn

And so the battle lines are drawn

People snub and turn up noses

If Taraxacum invades the roses

And turf that’s filled with flowers bright

Make neighbors shudder at such blight

So out come tools and toxic spraying

No cost is spared in dandy-slaying

And still this plant will find a way

To grow and bloom another day

Dear dandelion I offer rhyme

To humble plants whose only crime

Is to be willing and omnipresent

Despite the poisons, most unpleasant

Kids have the wisdom to appraise

Your flowers good for small bouquets

And even if it’s viewed as treason

I’m with them in dandy-season