Chaos and Old Age

This is a dandelion living out its short old age but beware:


My chaos about to be unleashed
Gardeners should beware
I’ll do my worst ‘fore I’m deceased
You haven’t got a prayer
My one o’clocks will fly away
Like fairies in the wind
carrying their deadly pay
That I cannot rescind
My prolific progeny will abound
In lawns and beds and pots
Wherever there is fertile ground
And even stonier spots.