unwilling rose
Unwilling rose
At the entrance of the supermarket
a lone rose for sale in a vase
Yes, for sale, at a reduced price
she had been there all day long
and no one had been interested in purchase
Twelve hours in a vase takes a toll
as younger roses came,
moisty from the gardener care, they
had the youth she lacked
She had an advantage her petals
was fully on display
a gentleman came and bought her
she was pleased at first
until he demanded a reduction in her value
He got his wish
but she took revenge by wilting in his
buttonhole
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