The Last Rosebud

(Triple Verse Triolet) Six rosebuds sit atop the stem, a hint of pink above the green, each one a rare and lovely gem. Six rosebuds sit atop the stem. A chipmunk scuttles on the scene, I watch him in the shade, unseen. Six rosebuds sit atop the stem, a hint of pink above the green. Four buds remain upon the limb. I turn my back, now only two still blushes pink above the rim. Four buds remain upon the limb, a perfect foursome, although slim. Perhaps I'll whop him with my shoe. Four buds remain upon the limb, I turn my back, now only two. A chipmunk nibbles on a rose he holds within his elfin arms. I throw my shoe, do you suppose, as chipmunk nibbles on my rose? He sits upright in such a pose, he captivates me with his charm. A chipmunk nibbles on a rose he holds within his elfin arms.