Ah, the weeds in my garden,
hen's bit, nutgrass, mallow, spurge,
Thistle, mustard, such an urge
To grow where you're not invited.

Goosefoot, you know I really hate you
I turn around and up you come,
doesn't take much of a green thumb
to find you hiding by my peas.

Bending over hurts my back,
as I grab a green rosette -
dandelion's not a pet
Go away and leave me be!