Too Many Roses Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Too many roses

Those bloody roses, I weed in my garden
and around the house, but they keep coming.
The slightest crack in the pavement
up the roses spring, ruining the walkway.
Unstoppable blowing raspberry who tries
to stop their advance.
When a blue weed tries to find a sunny spot
they are replaced by roses.
History is written by red roses, for whom
A weed is a nuisance and should be cut in half.
Tiny hamlets are strangled by perfumed roses
The local weeds have to live up the hill.