Raj Arumugam


tale of another selfish giant


you ruffian, Oscar,
what are you doing
on the wall
of my garden?
do you not see
the warning signs all over?


Sir, I’ve done what
I need to
and I’m climbing over
to jump back to open space
on my side of the earth


you scoundrel, Oscar,
you surly boy -
did you pluck the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare?


Sir, I did indeed pluck
the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare;
and I slipped
through your daughter’s
window
and stole a kiss
as she lay sleeping
and put the rose in the vase
on the side table by her bed;
and I feel now she awakes
and glowing with joy at seeing
the red red rose
so precious and rare,
she blows me a kiss
in this morning’s cool air

Submitted: Friday, July 10, 2009
Edited: Friday, July 10, 2009

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