She passed nearby, a Yucca Plant
A menacing state of affairs
Terrible tendrils, sharp and strong
Where angles scattered ensnares
To be assaulted by those dagger leaves
Incising slicing deep
A wide-awake reaction squeal
Gave a chill to the evening’s creep
Apart from the pain and emerging bump
We kept a vigilant watch
For the toxic state of aftereffects
Any sign of a venomous swatch
But all turned out to our relief
No medical tragedy
Though a lesson learned emphatically
From the Yucca wounding malady
