Note: The following poem was inspired by a book review in today's Tribune Sunday Magazine, "And you thought weeds were mere trespassers".
In general it is agreed
A garden shouldn't have a weed.
And even though God did create them,
We're taught from infancy to hate them.
Aversion to their inflorescence
Gets worse into our adolescence.
Until much older with a lawn,
We poison them until they're gone.
Like predators, we'll keep an eye on
Crabgrass, clover, dandelion.
But have we sinned against the weed
In every thought and every deed?
For in the past, the outcast weed
Has served us tea and helped us breed.