At the Dverse Poets Pub we’re sharing the voices of Spring tonight.
Here’s a voice you may remember from last year:
I’m a lovely Russian Thistle
And my pistils full of missiles
And my entry in your yard was not by chance
And whatever plants that you sow
My stingey Springers soon outgrow
Now stop and watch me do my little dance:
A shake-a, shake-a here
A shake-a, shake-a there
My little ones take over everywhere
Try to kill me, not a chance
On your headstone I’ll tap dance
For my kind likes to raise big families
I was here before you settled
You know nettles love to meddle
So move over, my homes ready if you please.
Poetry and Prose 
Love it…feisty fella…reminds me of Himalayan Balsam.
I haven’t seen one of those Paul. But there are so many in my yard when it’s time to mow, there’s no time to root them all out.
Such plants make sure the Earth is fully used.
I wish they used a little less, Frank
I love the happy merry dance of these thistles ~ This made me smile:
On your headstone I will tap dance
For my kind likes to raise big families
Thanks Grace, it reminded me that my time on earth will not surpass theirs.
This is a joyful read. As if the thistles aren’t energetic enough, much of the birdseed sold includes thistle seed, and the birds are more than anxious to “drop” seeds in everyone’s garden!
They must have found the mother lode. My yard is covered every year before I can even get out and mow it. Thanks Beverly
What a fun poem! I love thistles actually – their big purple blooms. What a fun dance you gave us.
Thanks Kanzensakura.
I like the cheekiness of this thistle plant. The little song and dance in the middle of the poem is endearing!
Thanks Mish. I’ll be out in the yard this week trying to do a dance on them
Cute
Thanks Sabio
Love this:
“On your headstone I’ll tap dance
For my kind likes to raise big families”
Thanks Whimzy
ooowhooo, me foot tapping too in their glee but became a tad grumpy at “On your headstone I’ll tap dance / For my kind likes to raise big families”….sigh…
Thanks Sanaa, dance a flower song
I think your thistle is related to the dandelions I battle against. I would forgive them if they sang like this to me!!
got them too, they travel together
They probably have wild parties.
I do not like the thistles in the garden but I so enjoyed your piece. What lovable villains there are in this poem. 🙂
Thanks Imelda
Here in Western WA state, we have to fight the moss dragons; annual thatching & replanting. I pay someone to do it now.
I wish, I’m glad I don’t have to fight Moss dragons. I don’t have a sword or shield
Just catching up with my reading and chuckling over this one. Those pesky nettles — they take hold and spread and you’ve captured that bratty little stance!
Thanks Lillian