The Dreaded Thistle Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Why does the thistle yield punishment
What makes it sprout to inflict pain
Why is it so blooming cantankerous
It seems to have a grudge to maintain

Waiting for an unsuspecting victim...
As silent as a vocalist with a throat sprain
Barbarous barbs have an intent to imbed
It is a wicked goal…this is plain

It is no secret, everyone tries to avoid
being near for obvious reasons
When by chance it snags and hooks
It refuses to release like a heathen demon

Only astute awareness will avoid
disaster… ensuring coexistence
with the purplish-pink flowering thistle
It must be admired from a safe distance

8/30/2010