How poets wronged poor Rose
Name a poet who never wronged Rose and I will name he or she who never wrote a poem.
Guilty as charged, I will confess;
Poor Rose has suffered by my pen.
Twice I accused rose with bleeding and being grey.
I know of none who will save the poor flower from poet's clinch.
This beaut has been wronged, tortured
Nortured, scented, cuddled and trashed; by all writing tips.
Bards you are guilty as charged!
Rose and it's thorns needs some love.
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