Disclaimer: I own not the characters listed in yonder poem! Alas! They art the creation of great Frog genius, G. Leroux. Oh! But if it were not so! Then I would get big buck from the movies! Evil laughter
Author's Friendly Note: Greeting fan fic lovers! Do you ever tire of being obsessed with but one story, book, movie, song, play, cartoon, ect…? If you do, I would recommend Roald Dahl's "Tales of the Unexpected"! Yay Dahl!
The Errors of Love
There once was an evil smelling rose,
There is no worse flower that grows,
It stood in the park,
And it had a great lark,
At all who held their nose.
This is how the story did begin,
And there's no need to begin again,
It stood their,
Red as a flare,
With thorns like an antique bronze pin.
It happened one night in the snow,
(For some reason the rose continued to grow,)
That he was spied,
By a man who cried,
(What a kind of a man to cry so!)
The man was most definitely in love,
For he held a lady's glove,
And no one but a thief disgraced,
with a very odd taste-
Would coddle something others would shove!
The man sobbed a word liken to "Christine"
Though he could have said "gasoline"
But who without mind awry,
Would at that age cry,
O'er something that foolishness we would deem.
He said that he wished to be pleasant,
That he ought to give Christine a present,
This time I am sure,
With my hearing in cure,
That it was not to gasoline that he spoke of so hesitant.
In fact, he didn't speak hesitant at that time,
But it was all I could think of to rhyme,
I may be a tad lazy,
But I'm a June daisy,
When it comes to not being sublime.
The crying man saw the blossom frantic,
"Tis red!" he cried, "How romantic!
When coupled with a black bow,
She'll never know,
That she ever hated my previous antic!"
He cut the rose from the bush,
And ran through the blizzard in a whoosh.
He look very funny,
Hopping like a bunny,
And humbugging the neighbors with a push.
The rose to the woman was given,
Though the stem a gem had been driven,
He said, "I love you!"
She said, "Phew!"
And fainted without a reason given!
This poem a moral shows,
For it is written by one who knows,
If your proboscis is gone,
Remember this song,
And you can't smell a bad rose with no nose!