I walk past it and it smirks at me: "You can't get rid of me that easily."
I'd chopped its limbs off with a chainsaw, I'd sawed cuts in it and poured poison down its throat.
But still, little shoots would appear. "I'm still alive!!"
So this afternoon, I dug down into the underworld. Sawed off all links to the soil, disentangled it from a mystery pipe.
And dragged it out of the ground
Then took it away in a wheelbarrow.
The evil bougainvillea is no more.