Weeds Poem by Lee Fones

our garden is full of horrid weeds
every year i've come to tweez
there horrid, rancid makes me sneeze

they adapted well to that
now i contend with thistle tat
with me painting bristles splat

now i've got big doc leaves
there smelliness makes me wheeze
rabbit likes them makes her pleased

i've got problems with me nettles
pour boiling water out of kettles
they're making me come out in freckles

onward and upward on me learning curve
i'll pay attention and will observe
how things are going in my naturist reserve