Well It's All In My Stove-Ah Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a rose, she's all petals and thorns.
"Well it's all in my stove-ah "
I begged her for no mercy, I cried for no lies,
I just wanted her rouge-rose-bowl-bed of petals
I just wanted to fall into her red-ravishing-skies.

And there devour with my tongue!
A sweet bitter beast, with; devilish green, eyes.
Serpentine candles wax and then pause;
Hiss and then whine to a whimper.
"Well it's all in my stove-ah "

Every petal opening folding over
Is like an angel kicking-back in the clover?
I have a rose, she's all petals and bleeding thorns.
And a wanton dilemma saps all my desire
Well, it's all in my stove-ah a glowing fire.

Well, I'm only, mortal.
So I begged her for no mercy, and then.
Well it's all in my stove-ah …glowing fire
And then I cried for no lies just a wanton moment
To experience a feeling now totally, paralyzed.