Creeping Jenny
A Colorado weed poem (not that weed).
Noise is a weed, an unwanted sprouting sound. Thistles tick and tock with the prick of a clock, dandelions drip and drop from a faucet that won't stop, and Creeping Jenny, with her innocent white eyes, chokes the blokes with whom you just spoke.




Fanastic... the rhymes and images just kind of creep up on you!
Noise being a weed is great. I never thought of the similarities but it's a great match