Day 177
I sit on the earth and weed
Its easier to do this deed
My back is bad I cannot bend
No gloves I wear unless it roses
I hate roses, I dispose of roses
Their vicious thorns attend
But such fine blooms, others say
Such fine scents, a quaint bouquet
Id rather let them die and wilt
I hack them back, please die now
Who planted them? Really why?
Dead roses bring me no guilt
Roses in bunches for loves mate
Valentines waste, sell by date
Are you kidding? £30 plus. I never!
Id rather have some sweet carnations
Or any of its best relations,
Carnations last for bloody ever!
Nope! I do hate stupid thorny roses
Not good for hands or for noses
Aphids like them, you need to tend
with gauntlet gloves made of steel
Or every thorn you will bloody feel
When will this rose bush end?
I sit on the earth and weed
Its easier to do this deed
My back is bad I cannot bend
No gloves I wear unless it roses
I hate roses, I dispose of roses
Their vicious thorns attend
But such fine blooms, others say
Such fine scents, a quaint bouquet
Id rather let them die and wilt
I hack them back, please die now
Who planted them? Really why?
Dead roses bring me no guilt
Roses in bunches for loves mate
Valentines waste, sell by date
Are you kidding? £30 plus. I never!
Id rather have some sweet carnations
Or any of its best relations,
Carnations last for bloody ever!
Nope! I do hate stupid thorny roses
Not good for hands or for noses
Aphids like them, you need to tend
with gauntlet gloves made of steel
Or every thorn you will bloody feel
When will this rose bush end?
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