The Bewitched Roe.
In Star Theatre,
Or hotel Grand,
Or in a purchasedbower,
The prime chemistry waits,
She catches Wills and sets,
To be quenched and soothed.
She blooms in all romantic containers,
From lions to street dogs,
Half penny vagabond to monarch,
And equals geography to chemistry.
Rose blooms
Brings gloom,
Causes doom.
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