The Jealousy Of The Roses Poem by Shaun Cronick

A very elegant blue eyed flower,
Grew proudly near a myrtle bower.
Where many roses graced the spot,
Who envied the little Forget-me-not.

Oh simple flower! the roses cried,
You boast a power to us denied.
You speak the language of the heart,
Whilst sweet fragrance only we impart.

For weeks the roses jealousies grew,
They stole said flowers tinge of blue.
Proclaiming, Oh how blest our lot!
We're now like you, Forget-me-not!