Just kill them when they're young;
don't let them get too big.
Then mix them in the swill
and feed them to the pig.
If I could have my choice,
I'd kill them while they're seeds.
That's just the only way
that you can deal with weeds!
I believe we have a little classic here .. well presented with a shocking presumption quickly laid to rest well done lad
Your title and first verse made it look like you were in favor of trimester abortions. Thank God you were only talking about weeds.
Thanks for commenting. Yes, my intent was to shock the reader with that first stanza and then hopefully feel relief when they read the second one.
In this age that lacks attention, if a poet can make readers to read on further, he has done a good job. And the poem succeeds in doing so eminently. Well done. But personally, weeds are weeds until their value is known. To one that does not know the value of a rare medicinal plant, it is weed.
Thanks for commenting. Yes, some weeds do have nutritional or medicinal value. I know one lady (in fact, she is a member of my local poetry group) who eats many of the weeds she finds in her yard. She never uses any chemicals to spray for insects or weeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic! I was apprehensive until the end of your clever poem.
Thank you very much, Jane! That's exactly the reaction I was hoping to get!