The Scourge of Horsetail

By well-wisher

Tue, 03 Jul 2012
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Without so much as an “I beg your pardon”,
a horde of horsetail weeds stampedes the garden,
spreading wee fascist forests everywhere
till every inch is drenched in horsetail hair.

I wouldn’t mind if they were dandelions;
bright violets or varnished buttercups
but these are like something straight out of science
fiction that’s trying to eat my garden up.

I’m quite sure that their leader’s called Atilla;
each little fir seems fearsome as a hun;
perhaps it’s time that I bought some weed killer
before my poor garden is overrun.

Certificate U
Poem
Stories
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Comments

Submitted by jolono on
Enjoyed this WW, very original, the comparison between weeds and Attila the Hun, just genius!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
The first one you see seems so interesting … ! Can they be got rid of with week killer, or does it have to be plain digging?? I liked your phrase of 'varnished buttercups'. We've encouraged the pretty Herb Robert, whose leaves go lovely colours in the autumn, and cinquefoil, but they spread quickly. Rh

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thanks, Rhiannon. As far as I know they are resistent to weed killer but it rhymed with Atilla. I'm not sure if digging them up is a permanent solution either because, from what I've been told, even if you dig them all up they usually come back again. I've never heard of Herb Robert but I will look into it. Glad you enjoyed it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thanks, jolono. They look like little Christmas trees which makes them all the more sinister. Glad you enjoyed it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn