"O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night." William Blake
Tag: Roses
With Rosy Cheeks, I stuffed the Turkey (and the turkey stuffed me)
Happy Turkey Lovers Month to all!Although, it's a celebration of sycophantsThey ridiculed my misunderstandingI wasn't the only one with a bird in his pants "What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." Roses are redWho cares what violets doIt's all about the rosesYou all know … Continue reading With Rosy Cheeks, I stuffed the Turkey (and the turkey stuffed me)
Bed of Roses
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses See if you can sleep On a bed of thorns I want you to know What it's like to Have a thousand demonic fairies stab you in the back. One prick for each time you did it to me so beautifully. Apparently, … Continue reading Bed of Roses
Not all Roses are Red
Not all Roses are red Very few violets are blue We have been mislead people But maybe I'm misleading you too