Poem #9


There are spring blossoms everywhere and the shops are full of blooms, which is where I came across thornless roses. That cannot be right.  It’s a bit like decaffeinated coffee – what’s the point? This oddity has inspired today’s poem.

A Thorny Question

How very strange – the thornless rose.

I wonder if that’s how it grows?

It can’t be natural. I suppose

It’s like a knight who has no clothes

There’s no protection, but he knows,

Despite his looks and handsome pose,

The people see his lack of hose.

And with a rose the same thing goes.

The thorns – a must at flower shows –

Robust, symbolic. Why I chose

To have a thorny bunch, for those

Who really want a proper rose.


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