The creeping vine is quite the plant
You want to track its course, but can’t
It creeps just like a stalking snake
And over garden it will take
It creeps on posts, it creeps up fence
Yet over “it”, there’s no defense
Its tendrils thin but instinct strong
It creeps where it does not belong
One day you’ll find it creeps your toes
And up your pant leg slow it grows
It’s through your shirt and now your hair
And soon all folks can’t help but stare
It’s up your nose and out your ears
So thick that only garden shears
Will stem its growth, though thickly rooted
You’ll start to find its leaves well-suited
Your hair no longer needs a curl
For ringlets of green stems will twirl
And come the spring pink flowers start
From plant you can’t tell you apart
You’re now so “vinely” vegetated
As hybrid human, be celebrated!
For Nature over us has won
When plant and person become as one!