They grow relentless in bitter spite
In my garden all day and night
Around the corn and tomatoes
And under the strawberries and potatoes
Some with thorns poke through my gloves
Deeply rooted, tiny insolent shrubs
Outnumbering my crops 10 to 1
Usurping invaluable nutrients, water and sun
Row by row, large and small, I routinely pluck
Tomorrow even more will appear and it sucks!
To thwart these opportunistic and tenacious bastards of unwanted seeds
We must commit perpetual herbicide of those formidable foes we call weeds