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Everything's Coming Up Roses!Everything comes up roses, they say! But I don't think its true, Cos after all, when said and done, We know what the gardeners do. They add a bit of manure… And splash it all about! In the summer, flippin' ‘eck the smell- It'll stink, there is no doubt! But then, everything comes up roses- Full bloom and what a sight… As long as you don't forget of course! To close your windows at night! Coz as the breeze will gently blow- And the smell will hit your nose! And trust me, what a stench it will be- And it's omittin' from the rose! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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