Backyard battle

A poem about the Battle of fighting weeds

A short poem about one of my pet peeves........
Dandelions, how the beckon me
claiming my moments of rest.
Always popping up without notice
boasting with bright yellow chest
Nestled in my labored lawn
they petition with anchored grips
Folded leaves rest on sturdy stems
with defiance as hands on hips
I plead, I beg, I battle each day
constantly challenged by their tease.
Each time I reach the root of the problem
they conspire with a summers breeze.
I dare not let my neighbors know
that I am defeated by their power
For how can someone five foot two
admit to mutiny by a three inch flower

By donnalee webber

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Not being a stranger to this battlefield I must say this really made me chuckle.
Great wit in a well told tale.

I had one irk. The last three lines I feel that the writer chose to use defeated then was left wondering what to put in the final line, so chose 'mutiny' which was a let down in a fine poem.

Perhaps just use 'defeat' in the final line and use 'frustrated' (same syllable count) to give thus;
"...that I am frustrated by their power
For how can someone five foot two
admit defeat to a three inch flower !"

It's your write at the end of the day though donnalee.
More like this please.
:D