Rose

 

 

 

Some say my pomes are feeble

Lame, a bit uncouth –

 

Not at all cerebral

no wisdom in my tooth –

 

They’re lacking inspiration

poise, pizzazz and zip –

 

There’s no imagination

no chuckle in my quips,

 

To some they’re quite annoying

They write and tell me so –

They suggest I buy a vowel

then tell me where to go,

Some say my poem’s redundant

Seen one, you’ve seen em’ all –

 

This type of rhyme’s abundant

it’s written on the walls –

I’ll not though be discouraged

Tis you for whom I write -

The rose that I see clearly

each and every night.