Weeds are always waiting until you have another date
They know when you are busy and then they procreate
Beware if weeds look sleepy behind the garden gate
The tiny tendrils fool you while roots hurry to inflate
Weeds do multiply or triple at a most astounding rate
Pulling hard can't matter-each weed holds to a mate
If you throw them in the compost they accept it as their fate
Or spread bark about your garden-the weeds will recreate
If you put away your trowel, if you say the weeds can wait
They'll dress in buds and flowers and dance to celebrate
To order, send $10.95 plus $2.00 to Joan E. Janssen, 11541 North Shorecliff Lane, Mequon, WI 53092
Excerpt from Under the Leaf, a book of garden poetry, by J. E. Janssen, a member of The Herb Society of America. This book contains 80 pages of garden poetry. Sales benefit the National Herb Garden in Washington, D.C.
