A Rose Story
One day a rose awoke from her bed,
She yawned a little and she said:
"Hello there, Miss Queen Anne's Lace,
What a pretty look you have upon your face."
She commanded the rest, one and all,
To stand up straight, stems and all.
She scolded all the shrinking violets
To stop their talking, and be silent
She reminded all the lilies of the valley
To stop all of their "dilly-dally."
Along came a gentle breeze
That came through the willow trees
A voice, it has been said,
Remarked, "Dear rose, go back to bed."
*First published in The Oak
Re-printed in Performance Poetry Association (PPA)
Literary Review #14