To describe the modern rose
When I can’t refer to
her shape against her clothes
How I loathe that I fail to disclose
That she has a radiant glow
Does she knows, that I forgo alone
Within this deepest monotone
Whenever I’m expose to her devilish shadow
It’s weeping willow
A hypocritical oath
That I dread I will be overexpose
To growth of these shows
Why do I feel these dominos
When we could be getting Domino’s
I’m merely a sloppy joe
Whiles she’s a chocolate rose
