Hi everyone,

Haven’t found time yet to write an original poem inspired by weeds, but for now I can at least offer an oldie. “Weeds” came out in 1994 in THE BOY WHO COUNTED STARS, the same book that included “A Brief Romance.” Here it is.
Weeds
Said Mrs. Towers to Mr. Reeds,
“Why do you water those wretched weeds?
Said Mrs. Reeds, “Well don’t you know
That blue-ribbon weeds need water to grow?
Said Mrs. Towers to Mr. Reeds,
“I’ll give you some blue-ribbon flower seeds
If you’ll promise to pull those weeds and make room
For lovely blue-ribbon flowers to bloom.”
Said Mr. Reeds, with a rasping wheeze,
“Flowers make me sniff and sneeze,
So I yank them up and throw them out
To give my weeds more room to sprout.
And he said with pride, “As you can see,
No one grows better weeds than me.
I’ll never waste my time on flowers,”
Said Mr. Reeds to Mrs. Towers.
And I’m sure you’ve heard that Mr. Reeds
Won ten blue ribbons for his champion weeds.
(c) 1994 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved