Stone Rose Pilot
Ya call yerself Rose
But ya actually Vie
I'm left here ponderin
Wonderin why
Sure ya pretty
Rose suits ya fine
Complexity like wine
There's some fella
I'm sure ya left behind
Him a seven and you a nine
Yet I look
I ain't see no thorns
Even though petals of splendor adorn
A sweet child
Canadian born
Who looks like a flower
In a field of corn
So you see
I'm here ta dis
I tink ya
A misrepresented flower miss
Or perhaps I mistaken
Ya might be a Mrs.
All I know
Is ya go around
givin hugs and kisses
In the end
I m a witness
Maybe it's none a ma business
It may just be ma inquisitiveness
Are ya sure
Ya not a Violet
Or tink perhaps
ya a disguised
"Stone Cold Pilot"
Pretty with piercing eyes
And glamorous highlights
Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights!
Keepin fellas up at night
I'm tellin ya
Dat aint right
Yer star
Otta sight
It's just way ta bright!
Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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