The Dandelion and My Wife Strike Again

I pondered the dandelion and its dazzling deed. Some folks think this fluffy flower is a worthless weed. But deep down inside its transparent fluff, a thousand tassels hide in a sphere of spiracle stuff. Embryonic umbrellas cuddle in cocoons, until April’s sunshine tells us a miracle is coming soon. Mystified and wondering, I was shaken from my dream, and abruptly stopped my pondering when I heard a scream, As my wife descended like an Afghan bomb! “Go out and mow the weeds,” she said, “which last year you called lawn!”