Poetry

Thursday, 21 November 2024

Too many Roses

 I walked upon a clotted hill

Too many, many roses

I fought for Virginia for capital

Too many, many roses

I thought of where the creeper lies

Too many, many roses

And blow my bubble gum dollar bills

On too many many roses

But what fore art you loathe to kill

Too many, many Roses

Love shall kill from window sill

Too many many roses

Said Romeo to her Juliet will

You marry me for my poesies?

And She said Romeo, I surely will

For too many, many roses

I lifted the lid on the fairy tale til

Too many many roses

Surrounded the castle where rapunzel shrill

Cried too many, many roses

And dead men tell no lies still

under too many, many roses

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