The Needs Of Weeds

I thought I'd write a poem, About flowers on a summer's day. Then I imagined something else, And decided to go the other way. Flowers have been done to death, Endless poem's about the matter. Sweet fragrances and bright colours, Oh how poet's so love to patter. So I'll write about Japanese Knot Weed, About stingy nettles and ugly weeds. It's about time to champion them, For the garden's unloved have needs. Weeds! Weeds! Growing everywhere! The garden's lying in such a mess. Its beauty violated and replaced, By unwelcome visitors of ugliness. Where the hell did they come from, They were not there late last night. Its like Day Of The Triffids and look, That one's moved just out of sight. An Eden English country garden, Is now a refuge where weeds rejoice And now I must finally admit that, My weeds poem was the wrong choice.