Weeds
Most people are crazy about flowers,
Whether grown from cuttings or seeds.
They can talk of their beauty for hours,
But no one says anything nice about weeds.
And out in the garden, the veggies
Enjoy far more care than they need,
But along the highways and hedges,
The world has no time for the poor, lowly weed.
That's why I hate work in the garden.
It's not that I'm lazy, indeed,
I would really enjoy the labor,
But it's cruel to pull those poor weeds.
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