An Ode to the Weed

Written by Joyce Cheshire

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I, the fair weed of stature, grow strong and healthy

in the lands down under.

 

The Ausies don't think me fair dinkum

They want me gone from their fields of plenty.

 

The Foreigners come in their droves to prize

me from the soil, but I will reap revenge

making their skin boil and pop

in the hope that they might stop.

 

I am weed. I will survive, I am devious.

I know how to thrive.