Sun, moon and stars
How you cover my yard
Invasion from whence you came.

Blades mown steel
lost all appeal
Tufts with twits peering

No less lovely
nor miraculous than
bearded friends on hill

Aide for ingestion
modern predilection
for chips and lager swill

Both lovely and spawned
As fair Scottish thistle
Whence my love once came.

To touch or not 
Bite like prickle
shivers down tingling skin

Sight for sore eyes
Folklore cure-all
Just like fair silver mane