Naughty Little Rose
I stopped to smell the roses
and a thorn stabbed me in the nose
Then an angry bee flew up my shorts
And left me dancin on my toes
I started running for my doorstep
Sting ointment was my desparate need
But i tripped going up the steps
And it gave me bloody knees
My nose was bleeding profusely
The bee stinging me you know where
I was screaming like a wild banshee
Who was caught up in a snare
I went through the door in a mad frenzy
My wife saw my wild-eyed stare
She heard my screams of agony
Then she laughed like she didnt care
I bolted for the bathroom
I spread the ointment tween my thighs
I showered the blood off my knees and nose
Then i slipped and blackened both my eyes.
Theres a moral to my story
A life lesson very true,
When you stop to smell the roses
Maybe the roses are smelling you.
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