Ksyrup
02-20-2003, 10:32 AM
Someone posted this original poem on a newsgroup I frequent. I'm not sure what to think of it, but I found it funny, so I'm sharin' the love...
The Courting of a Rose
by Matty B
The sweet smell of the rose caresses my nose.
"I want nothing more than to smell you, touch you and feel you against my skin," I say.
Without any recognition, the rose ignores my yearning.
"I do love thee!" I call out, but no voice is echoed from the dreamy
plant.
The rose is sweet to the eye and to the nose, but it can be deceitful.
If I grab for the stem its thorns may pierce my skin.
If I wait too long, someone else will pick the beautiful flower before I have a chance. Many men try to steal the rose of my dreams and they are getting closer.
The other day a young man stumbled upon the very spot where my love lay planted. His eyes filled with the sparkle of love and I knew he found the one he was searching for. As he knelt down and reached for the rose, I felt the feeling of hopelessness within my heart and my world seemed to crumble. With one quick swipe, I landed my garden hoe right in the mofo. "Don't pick my flowers ya bastard!" I yelled. He laid there speechless as I put my foot on his back and yanked back my hoe, "Maybe next time you'll think twice about stealing my flowers, eh?"
The Courting of a Rose
by Matty B
The sweet smell of the rose caresses my nose.
"I want nothing more than to smell you, touch you and feel you against my skin," I say.
Without any recognition, the rose ignores my yearning.
"I do love thee!" I call out, but no voice is echoed from the dreamy
plant.
The rose is sweet to the eye and to the nose, but it can be deceitful.
If I grab for the stem its thorns may pierce my skin.
If I wait too long, someone else will pick the beautiful flower before I have a chance. Many men try to steal the rose of my dreams and they are getting closer.
The other day a young man stumbled upon the very spot where my love lay planted. His eyes filled with the sparkle of love and I knew he found the one he was searching for. As he knelt down and reached for the rose, I felt the feeling of hopelessness within my heart and my world seemed to crumble. With one quick swipe, I landed my garden hoe right in the mofo. "Don't pick my flowers ya bastard!" I yelled. He laid there speechless as I put my foot on his back and yanked back my hoe, "Maybe next time you'll think twice about stealing my flowers, eh?"