The Spread of Queen Anne's Lace

A weed that’s known as Queen Anne’s Lace Is here and there and everyplace – Along the highway, in the fields, Deaf to every sneeze it yields. Tall and straggly, it’s beguiled Flies and bugs where it grows wild, Lured not by its scent outstanding But its flat top, great for landing. Humans, though, don’t like it much For like dandelions and such, Its profusion proves, indeed, That it’s just a lowly weed. Oft, I rush to weeds’ defense; This time, though, I’m on the fence For swaths of land might lose the race Against the spread of Queen Anne’s lace.