Yellow Rose Poem by Lee Fones

dear rose growing in garden (burp)
oh i do beg your pardon
think you've too much to drink
don't want you to see a shrink
i enjoy seeing you in your rock garden

'sue that buffoon is talking to our rose
he's always on the nose
he waters it, talks to it
makes me want to spit
think hes trying to interpose '

'just ignore him ted
if not lord may strike you dead
pretend he doesn't be
he may have academic degree
and landed on his head'

come on little flower grow
maybe soon you'll win in a show
so come on rose please petal
im praying your leaves will be lemon
so you can really out glow

now on that night in a state of gripe
ted took axe and did swipe
that poor rose plant destroyed
the academic in morning very annoyed
said thats the rarest one of its type