Oh spontaneous spring
Golden blooms not sown
Awaken by blossoming
Absent then grown
Fair to behold in God’s own field
But their flower in mine elicits a groan
Oh the weapons I wield
When seeds are blown
Onto my lawn
Happier, if to the neighbor’s they’d flown
Where they battle with brawn
Not Weed-B-Gone
Oh wretched dandelion
You ruined my Zion!
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