A Little Weed (Fun Poem 116)

There is a little weed in my garden, which just refuses to leave. He is a stubborn little perisher who just will not go. I have given him a spray and pulled at his leaves, but still he refuses to leave. He stands there proud among the flowers taunting me day after day. I am determined to get rid of him before my hair turns grey. Days have folded into months and still I cannot win. He just stands and looks at me with a silly grin. I have even uprooted him thinking that would do the trick. Next day he was back at least, I think it was him or it could be his twin. I woke up this morning and my hair was all white so went out and told him I was giving up the fight and now I have a garden with not a flower in sight, just a little weed and his brothers to taunt me day and night.