If you live in Australia, particularly in the country, you quite likely know about the Three Corner Jack. They’re horrid sharp little prickles that come out in summer every year, unless a person with a bit of land isn’t quick enough to rip them out and dispose of them.
They look quite arrtative as they begin growing, up until the flower grows a seed that turns into a painful prickle that can jab into foot, or hand, or any other body part that it gets too close to, and OUCH!
This is my poem:
UNHOLY TRINITY
Even lovers of plants would agree
The fruit of this plant is devil-made!
Attractive leaves, a sweet flower too
Grows well, even out of the shade
Its spreading nature may seem fine
Greenery there where few plants strayed
Summer’s harsh sun killing many a plant
This one stays, whether in desert or glade
An ideal plant one may think it
But with one sharp prick, pleasure will fade
You’ll curse this damned evil weed,
Of plants; one of Nature’s most ill-made!
I feel sorry for anybody who has had the misfortune to fall victim to this horris weed! I’ve both trodden on the prickles, and been stabbed in the hand by it when weeding. Barefoot and fancy free, uh uh, not when there’s any Three Corner Jacks around!
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 
I love it, Carolyn: it gives a little background that my poem omitted, like its toughness, durability —
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Thank you John, I enjoyed writing it, I’ve been on the warpath, pulling up any of these monsters I see at our place, expecially in the ‘dog run’ area, I’d hate it if our Greyhound Lenny fell victim to a Three Corner Jack!
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