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.