Too Many Roses

Too many roses Those bloody roses, I weed in my garden and around the house, but they keep coming. The slightest crack in the pavement up the roses spring, ruining the walkway. Unstoppable blowing raspberry who tries to stop their advance. When a blue weed tries to find a sunny spot they are replaced by roses. History is written by red roses, for whom A weed is a nuisance and should be cut in half. Tiny hamlets are strangled by perfumed roses The local weeds have to live up the hill.