Life with Weeds

Life with Weeds

By: Chees et Man

This is a poem by String this time.

So read this poem, and you’ll be fine.

Life is like weeds, they hang around.

They’re a big, big bothers around town.

Most of these weeds make you frown.

But some makes those frowns upside down.

Weeds make you busy, make you have fun;

Still, most are horrible, especially horrible ones.

The weeds that sucks and spring out of nowhere.

The weeds that made you pluck with no reason.

But you know how that could change anywhere?

All you do is not treat it like treason!

“Thanks for hearing my poems, guys!” (String said.)

But the air felt emptiness except flies.

“Isn’t that to dark for the nature part?” (Stick asked.)

“I love it!! Screw you, you dart!” (Stone said.)