Ode to the Goathead Thorn
Ode to the Goathead Thorn
by Sara
Goathead weed with sharpest of thorn
You’re not my friend; I’m very forlorn
Tribulus Terrestris or Puncturevine
Whatever they call you will do just fine
Beside the roads that I do ride
Your spikey thorns do lurk and hide
With flowers of gold and leaves of green
You’re one of the prettier weeds I’ve seen
You spread across the soil and dirt
Just waiting to cause me grief and hurt
Growing there, so innocent and mild
No one would guess you’re evil and wild
You need no water, with sun you thrive
You’ll live where nothing else can survive
You grow and grow, you will not stop
Your thorns they make my tires go pop
Right through the rubber on my tire
You poke your spike and my tubes expire
As summer winds down and fall draws near
You’re strong as ever and I’m filled with fear
That as I’m riding by tomorrow
My heart will be filled with flat tire sorrow
So please be kind and hold back your wrath
Keep your bleeping thorns out of my path!
p.s. thank you to latelatebloomer for inspiring me to post my poem. Her poem was great...good positive energy. As mine is not so positive, I felt it needed it's own thread so as not to hijack hers.
