ODE to Woody
(Trouble in my Garden)
by Cindy Hanson

Oh, Woody Weed,
I knew him as a seed.

When he was small, he was no trouble at all...
But then his shoots grew longer and his roots grew stronger.

I watched in dread,
As he started to spread.
I exclaimed, "I beg your pardon!"
As he smothered my lovely garden.

"Enough!" I did shout. "I'm pulling you out!"
But it was too late!
Woody had escaped.
Now don't I feel a goose?
Woody's on the loose.

Woody Weed,

WATCH OUT!