I read a poem to a rose
But what it thought nobody knows
Maybe it thought, 'Is that for me?
I'm the prettiest that can be!
'Please do not read me poems
They take your eyes away
Just sniff and smile and look at me
That's all I have to say
'Do your write poems to daisies?
And dandelions too?
And lupins and the other flowers
Your love for me cannot be true
'You don't really care for roses
You admire the taller trees
It's a good thing I'm not jealous
And I'm easy to please.'
We will never know
If a rose is smart or dumb
There are wicked roses which have thorns
Waiting to prick your thumb
But let us look on the bright side
Be on our dear rose's right side
Petals have their dark and light side
Their perfumed day and night side
A rose, everyone smart knows
Always dresses in her best
Every day, a rose always poses
So photogenic, perfect roses.
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