Nettle stings, to and fro
Ivy climbs, killing slow
In strength it wraps and grows and grows
But the bindweed binds and won’t let go
Roses beautiful, it’s colour crude
ants place insects upon them to farm food
ant killer powder though it seems rude
roses are tough and strong as might
but bind weed tightens its grip so tight
It’s pop out of bed flower, seed so small
it clambers on yet not so tall
racking and wringing, a garden pest
a gentle weed, not to digress
like a Hornet in a bees nest
bindweed clings to destroy the best.
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