Come, tickle my toes
or is it my nose?
with a feather all
pretty and white
and I'll make you laugh
when you sit in a draught
as your neck turns around
to the light
A strong smell of Roses
all cloying and stiff
dazzle senses a bit at a time
but posies of Roses midst
laughter and noses
wears thin round the edges
of rhyme....

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