This Red, Red Rose is Out of Place!


“This Red, Red Rose is Out of place!”

rose on beach

One does not leave a rose mid sandy beach:

Perchance, a seagull dropped it here somehow?

As much as I might like, I cannot stretch

nor will I bend… or to your logic bow.

Oh, No! This dying rose is out-of-place!

It needs some dainty green and shady lawn.

The sun has wrinkled up its little face.

And left it frying here. But still, I yawn.

My modern ways want none of your trite sighs;

You’d best learn words to move my unctious heart.

You’ve better chance to make my sadness fly

than wilted rose of red regret to part.

So, hear me well as I shake off your sand:

best leave dramatic note or better plan.