If Red Roses Were Gangsters and
Outlaws
If red roses were gangsters and outlaws
And their sharp thorns were weapons
What a massive profusion to cause
The police to make quick accommodations
What masses of these would have to be
Roses pilfering jewels, opals and monies
By shoots of demanding vines with glee
Entering and leaving like li'l scared bunnies
Some trumpet vines would come to aid
Calling all troops to help camouflage
The stealing duties these roses made
Thru the escape into the wisterias lodge
If red roses were bad gangsters and outlaws
What an outrage these climbers would be
Stealing away through brick and wood flaws
Sending the owners on an exterminating spree
Copyright © 07/29/2007
MahTame
