A Bunch Of Roses Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Bunch Of Roses



The rosy mouth and rosy toe
Of little baby brother
Until about a month ago
Had never met each other;
But nowadays the neighbours sweet,
In every sort of weather,
Half way with rosy fingers meet,
To kiss and play together.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,brother,kiss,weather
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