I closed my eyes
to smell a rose
and sniffed a bug
right up my nose
I blew and sneezed
with all my might
afraid it soon
would take a bite
and when expelled
I breathed a sigh
trapped in the drool
a tiny fly
I'll not forget
my rose of May
and how I blew
it's petals all away.
Wise advice: A flower's fragrance is nature's bait
a lure to those who pollinate
Next time you're tempted to inhale
Remember to look before you smell.
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