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Rose
I knew a girl,
whose name was Rose,
A thorny witch,
with a crooked nose.
I asked her out
on a simple date,
And this led me to
a ‘perfumed’ fate.
The night was fine -
all dined and fed,
And I walked her home
to her flower bed.
She asked me ‘in’
for a small night cap,
And we laid together
in a pile of crap.
For Rose, you see,
so fine and pure,
Got her stunning looks
from that bed of manure.
And although her perfume
was an alluring Godsend,
I ended up smelling
like a bullock’s rear end!
© Arcane
whose name was Rose,
A thorny witch,
with a crooked nose.
I asked her out
on a simple date,
And this led me to
a ‘perfumed’ fate.
The night was fine -
all dined and fed,
And I walked her home
to her flower bed.
She asked me ‘in’
for a small night cap,
And we laid together
in a pile of crap.
For Rose, you see,
so fine and pure,
Got her stunning looks
from that bed of manure.
And although her perfume
was an alluring Godsend,
I ended up smelling
like a bullock’s rear end!
© Arcane
