To A Dandelion (Poetry)

You are a rogue — you tousle-headed dandy!
Anyone would think you own this lawn —
you’re just a common weed — so understand me
the grass is high and needing to be shorn.

And yes — I guess you’re charming in your fashion —
so cheerful with your shaggy golden mane
but dahlias are Father’s ruling passion
and gardening can be a brutal game!

He’s sharpening the blades on his old mower
I’m praying it will rain before he’s through
the buttercups and daisies are in flower
the clover’s all in bloom as well as you.

It’s put me in a difficult position
for I’ve no desire to see you lose your head
but according to some old wives’ superstition
to pick you means I’ll likely wet the bed!

You gypsy — with your countless gang of brothers
who share that cocksure glow — stare at the sun
winds brought you here along with umpteen others
go check your clocks — it’s time for moving on!