Enchanted in beauty of red rose,
Mesmerized in romantic aroma,
Drone dreamed to drown in love, coming too close.
‘Oh! My sweet heart! Oh! My pretty prima!
Hornet warned ‘Never venture to put nose.
Don’t dare. Thorns will prick closing love-drama.’
Drone buzzing ‘To kiss, to sniff pearly charm,
Thorny bruise, I will always welcome.’
Ottava rima Poetry Contest by Janis Thompson
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