Enough!

ENOUGH! Hark ye preachers of doom lovers of despair Enough about the blue rose! Enough I say enough! Enough about that harbinger of heartburn that flatulent burner of forehead and cheek that lurker in tenebrous places – abandoned old houses banks of the Styx That lurker must die of morbid thirst! I champion I give you the white white rose that late light comer brightener of every corner that white hope when hope is nearly gone Hear you serial moaners weepers groaners Behold if you dare (I think you secretly love your blue misery) Behold the white white rose