An Ode Against Dandelions

Disclaimer: poetry was basically my worst subject in high school. I got a B. However, today I feel almost inspired. This one goes out to Spring. 

An Ode Against Dandelions
by me

Oh golden dandelion of summer day
I am at a lost to convey
How much I hate you

You cause my nose to run, my eyes to water
As the summer grows hotter
Everything dies

Yet you continue to grow!
If you could only know
How much I hate you

Oh golden dandelion of summer day
You fill me with dismay
You dump pollen in the air

That pollen causes me to sneeze
Reminding me with every passing breeze
How much I hate you

My eyes itch and begin to swell
My throat also starts to rebel
My head throbs 

Oh golden dandelion of summer day
You block my airway
How much I hate you

If I could I would pick
Every last flower with a chopstick
So I wouldn’t get dandelion juice on my hand

I don’t think it would stain much
But I avoid your touch
How much I hate you

Oh golden dandelion of summer day
If I sprayed you with hairspray
Would you die? 

I will breed rabbits to feast
Till you are entirely deceased
How much I hate you

It would be a labor of love
For all the suffers of
Your springtime tyranny

Oh golden dandelion of summer day
May I never get you as a boquet
How much I hate you

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