Crouch grass
No one likes us.
We don’t care .
We’re the crouch grass army
And we’ll grow anywhere!
You haven’t got a hope
In hell of stopping us
We grow rapidly on any type of soil
Good , bad and ugly
We’ve seen them all.
Burn us! Hoe us!
Dig us out with your teeth!
We’ll be back stronger
Sometime next week.
As soon as your backs turned
Then you’ll learn
We’re indestructible
and always ready for a fight
Are you?
We’ll have you wishing
You’d taken up fishing
You think you’ve got us beat?
Think again, sunshine,
You missed a bit
From which
We grow back
Stronger than
The Hydra
Ever did.
And you’re no Hercules.
Give up , give up
The fight
Life’s too short
Don’t be stupid
To carry on
This senseless fight
You know deep down
It’s a war you can’t win.
All that you’ll end up with
are knackered knees
And a broken back.
So come on , come on
Wave that white flag
Let us rampage
Unchecked all over
The plot.
Let us strangle the peas ,
Onions and whatever
Else you;ve got.
But if your thinking
Of taking us on.
Don’t even try,
Don’t bother.
We will bury you!
Simon is a writer from England who when not struggling to eradicate weeds like reading and going on long walks.