Wild Garlic

 First thing in the spring I see the sprigs of wild garlic

and should mine seem a giant's hand that reaches down to harm it,

remember how the neighbor's legions grew to five feet tall

and how I itched to yank and pitch each one of them to Hell,

You'll then indulge me as I hover murd'rously above it

to kill it quick and understand that I shall never love it.

Unchecked, you'll find the stinking stuff takes over every garden,

so if I windmill arms to pull, I do not beg your pardon.

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