A thorn with a rose at its end... still stings. |
| Thorns Rose-Anne loves me, this I know. She pricks my fingers, shrieks in throes, laughing gloating cackling Rose, tears now trickling down my nose. But Rose, Oh Rose, I love you so. You help me pen bad poems, prose. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180] (31.november.2023) 12 lines "Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses." __ Alphonse Karr |