A Lovely Russian Thistle Poem by Mark Walters

I'm a lovely Russian Thistle
And my pistils full of missiles
And my entry in your yard was not by chance

And whatever plants that you sow
My Springers will soon outgrow
Now stop and watch me do my little dance:

A shake-a, shake-a here
A shake-a, shake-a there
My little sprouts take over everywhere

Try to kill me, not a fat chance
On your headstone I will tap dance
For my kind likes to raise big families

I was here before you settled
You know nettles love to meddle
So move over, my homes ready if you please.