Rose
I thought Rose was a beauty
the first time that we met.
But her beauty soon departed
when she lit a cigarette.
Deadly smoke streamed from her mouth
and sailed across my nose.
She soon became a stink weed,
and no longer was a “Rose”.
I thought Rose was a beauty
the first time that we met.
But her beauty soon departed
when she lit a cigarette.
Deadly smoke streamed from her mouth
and sailed across my nose.
She soon became a stink weed,
and no longer was a “Rose”.