Much Maligned Dandelion
Those poor much maligned dandelions
Always trying their very best
To be loved and cherished like other blossoms
Happiness is all they request
But for some strange reason unknown to man
They're the scourge of every lawn
Like you and me they just want to be wanted
Like a graceful, elegant swan
To be carried on the arm of a blushing bride
As part of her lovely bouquet
A congregation overcome with their beauty
A part of that memorable day
Those poor much maligned dandelions
Forever being sprayed and dug up
Then thrown away like some discarded weed
Not coveted like the sweet buttercup
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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