James Hart

Rookie - 30 Points (21.06.53 / Grappenhall, Cheshire)

Roses - Poem by James Hart

Where are the red, red roses
Roses my love is like
Roses my grandfather used to
Cherish, prune, make into posies?

Where are the red, red roses
That symbolised this English land,
Bringing beauty to weddings and funerals,
Their scent delighting people’s noses?

Where are the red, red roses?
Stephan Fry, that clever Englishman,
Launched a new rose today, hurrah!
One up for the good old English roses.

Where are the red, red roses?
Roses are red, violets are blue
Roses have thorns
With that the matter closes.

James Hart

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 25, 2009

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