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.