***** the **** went to seed
As he spawned off little weeds
To have them blow on gentle breeze
Landing where they may

Some landed in the rolling hills
Others in deserted fields
Burrowing deep for greater yield
To pop up one fine day

Some made their way to city streets
Others to paths a bit off beat
Ready and willing to take the heat
As Summer brings it on

Always able to survive
While other plants around them die
They stand tall, in fact they thrive
Going it alone

One day to seed off on their own
When they are old weather and worn
Taking to the breeze like when they were spawned
Floating off in glee

No telling where they will land
Somewhere close to be the scourge of man
To be pulled from the roots by callused hands
Like their daddy ***** the ****