Dandelion
by cricketjeff on July 10, 2021. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
There is a plant beloved of guinea pigs,
That brightens any unkempt garden space,
With roots beyond where any mortal digs –
The dandelion is rarely out of place.
The brightest yellow you will ever see –
With leaves that look like angry lion’s teeth..
A restaurant for any passing bee,
The sea of gold you’ll find on Hampstead Heath.
A groundsman’s curse, it’s not a weedy weed,
No velvet lawn can welcome the intrusion
A toddler’s clock to spread the flying seed,
A golden flower, a food – there’s some confusion
As salad leaves it’s not for sleepy head –
It’s common country name is “pissabed”.
Author notes
This is not right yet, I’ll think on for a while, the elements I want are here
but it needs to be a little more sonnety.
A Shakespearean or English sonnet in iambic pentameter.
English