In Love With Fungus
The Rose loved the Mushroom
Who only came out at night
They lived in different soil
It just wasn't right
But the Mushroom never
Noticed her beauty
Or smelled her perfume
He simply tilted his cap
By the light of the Moon
In the morning dew
She spread her petals wide
The Mushroom seemed indifferent
Daily he would hide
A fairy came to the garden
The Rose sang out to her,
"I love the Mushroom, can
You help me to transfer?"
The fairy looked upon the Rose
With awe and surprise
"To give up such beauty
I do not think it wise."
"And what of the Mushroom?"
"Does he even know?"
"Mushrooms are blind , and
Have no scent do you still want to go?"
The Rose had not known these facts
She simply felt alone
And that she loved the Mushroom so
Could not be undone.
Yes my fairy friend I must go
For my heart hungers and soul cries
With the Mushroom at my side
Is where my physical body dies
Fairy dust filled the air
Beneath the light of the moon
The Rose beautiful and perfumed
Became a Mushroom
She stood beside her love
In the very same soil
Beneath the light of the moon
The two Mushrooms did toil.
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