O' Dandylion Poem by Richard McClellan

O' Dandylion,
pretty yellow flowers,
swaying in the breeze,
the root pushing you so high,
jus' ankle length, reach for the sky,

O' Dandylion,
snubbed are you,
wishing for a wind,
to blow off your seedlings,
n' carry forth a generation new,

O' Dandylion,
growing green leaves,
add tart whirlwind to a salad fast,
blowing across your taste buds,
why does that fresh salad never last?

O' Dandylion,
no whine from you,
your beautiful yellow flowers,
a brewer wants to grace,
for a wine so smooth, he do create,

O' Dandylion,
so many uses for you,
flowers yellow, an edible innuendo,
abundant mostly in a spring wind,
a plant disdained, but never misused!