Teasing the Terrific Teasle

I woke up at 5:25 a.m., and decided to chase the sunrise. It was coming up at 6:05.

While pursuing some geese, the teasle softly whispered..."Shoot me...shoot me." I did, but with a little needling. (You get it...needling?)

"Nobody comes for your flowers,
there is no floral stampede.
But in fact, you're kind of pretty,
even though you are a weed."

"I don't want to argue,
and I don't want to bicker.
But in fact you're nothing more than...
a giant bush of picker."

He/she talked back.

"I'll never win a blue ribbon,
I'll never win top prize.
But don't you think I'm stunning...
coming up with the 'rise?"

"Yes...yes I do."