Speaking With Roses
In Hatter's garden, roses speak.
But, of course, as the Queen of Flowers,
roses are pretty prideful. Red with passion,
these roses command, Allowing not a word of opposition.
Such regal beings are worthy of royalty.
On the other hand, a cat, such as I, dare not be a jester,
Or receive a bouquet lovely enough for a Queen.
Indeed, a garden of red roses is for a Queen alone.
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