Stealing Roses Poem by Roy Ballard

A stolen cutting never fails to thrive.
One snicks it off, a thumbnail is enough;
you slip it in the pocket or the cuff
and leave before the management arrive.
I have some more outrageous tales to tell
for I have known some thieves of love as well.
This sort of robbery is more enchanting
than any floral pilfering and planting.
Flagrant skullduggery beneath the moon!
With blackguard flairing and black underwearing
the highwayman of passion, black dragoon,
stands and delivers in his nakedness
and steals your beauty underneath the noses
of those who own it as I steal their roses.