Worm, no mean observer of nature, commented on my last post that dandelions are also expected in bumper quantities this year. Given his comment, I would guess that Kevin, another nature lover, welcomes this. However, I don't.
(Isn't it great to partake in the mighty clash of opposing world-views? It's what blogging is all about.)
Anyway, I believe Jon Silkin would have been in the anti-dandelion camp. He captures their rather creepy, unwholesome qualities in another of his flower poems, 'Dandelion':
Slugs nestle where the stem
Broken, bleeds milk.
The flower is eyeless: the sight is compelled
By small, coarse, sharp petals,
Like metal shreds. Formed,
They puncture, irregularly perforate
Their yellow, brutal glare.
And certainly want to
Devour the earth. With an ample movement
They are a foot high, as you look.
And coming back, they take hold
On pert domestic strains.
Others' lives are theirs. Between then
Grass. They infest its weak land;
Fatten, hide slugs, infestate.
They look like plates; more closely
Life the first tryings, the machines, of nature
Riveted into her, successful.
[from Nature with Man, 1965]
UPDATE: I've just remembered my Nain used to claim that coming into contact with dandelion 'milk' would make you pee. Another negative.