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
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