A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.

She planted roses Tuesday-She says they are a must,
They really are quite lovely, But she forgot to dust…

On Wednesday it was daisies-They opened up with the sun,
All whites and pinks and yellows- But the laundry wasn't done…

The poppies came on Thursday-A bright and cheery red,
I guess she really was engrossed-She never made the bed…

It was violets on Friday-In colors she adores,
It never bothered her at all-All the crumbs upon the floors…

I hired a maid on Saturday-My week is now complete,
My wife can garden all she wants-The house will still be neat!

It's nearly lunchtime Sunday-And I cannot find the maid,
Oh no! I don't believe it!