My Rose and Me
Looked in the mirror and what did I see?
A pink knockout rose growing out of me.
You say, oh, my, how lovely that must be!
But it grew out of my nose, not my knee
Daily it attracted a zippy bumblebee.
So I trimmed it back to its tiny vee.
I guess it might be a little tiny she.
For it was called darling by masculine bee
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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