The Catnip Grows along the Fence

The way the catnip grows,    
it tickles your nose,    
it tickles your toes.    
   
It breaths in the sunlight.    
So bright, so bright.    
   
The brilliant glowing.    
The brilliant growing.    
The brilliant catnip,    
in the sunlight.    
   
But in the shade,    
where toes grow cold,    
and nose turn blue,    
What lies there,    
in the icy dew.    
   
The leaves of ivy,    
lurk beyond,    
what you see,    
and lie in wait.    
   
For burning inside,    
those shades of green.    
Is burning hate,    
that bubbles over.    
   
Boils,    
over,    
your,    
skin.    
   
Itch, itch.    
It spreads,    
to and fro,    
come and go.    
   
Infecting all,    
with its deadly call.    
   
The ivy lurks,    
lies,    
lives.    
   
In the shadow of something sweet,    
rests a monster.    
So beware,    
of sweet catnip by the fence.    
   
You wouldn't want to take the chance.