Roses are red.
Tears may be shed.
They sit by his bed.
Roses are red.
The cancer we dread.
They say it has spread.
They sit by his bed.
Roses are red.
The cancer is dead.
Roses on the coffin widespread.
A contest entry
- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroses by ScreaminMime.
1750 points, ended January 3, 40 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Roses are red,
if I may opine.
Check that third word,
on the fifth line.
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A Poignant Story...
Wishing you all the best!!
Peace, Cyn




