Do not touch the thistle.
It’s a weed that is noxious.
Let’s go all the way
And say it’s obnoxious.
Blowing on it does nothing
But make you a thistle blower.
If you thistle while you work,
Your weeds will need a mower.
Rubbing it on your hands
Makes you clean as a thistle
While thistling in the dark
Sounds too much like a missile.
And of course a train thistle
Is one that says “toot, toot!”
And I’m not just thistlin’ Dixie
When I say “I am Groot.”
A thistle-stop tour,
Can only end in pain.
So just wet your thistle
And pull it out again.
If it bares its fangs at you,
Why then, it’s a wolf thistle.
Oh, and a really fancy one,
Has got bells and thistles.
You’re probably getting weary,
And wish I weren’t such a goon.
So I think I’ll just go off
And thistle another tune.
I’ll probably thistle this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 