All I Ate
I ate the roses by the garden gate.
My sweetly scented breath delighted me,
And though the thorns stung most alarmingly
I swallowed all the blood and called it fate.
The tulips were in a most desperate state,
The peony bush looked like misery,
The asters needed faith, and charity,
But only roses bled. That's all I ate.
You're wondering how I explained the scent
When Jenny kissed me. I did not explain:
I told her I had been under a strain,
Like Guy Fawkes in the halls of Parliament,
Like Mama selling thrills to pay the rent,
Like snacking on those roses in the rain.
My sweetly scented breath delighted me,
And though the thorns stung most alarmingly
I swallowed all the blood and called it fate.
The tulips were in a most desperate state,
The peony bush looked like misery,
The asters needed faith, and charity,
But only roses bled. That's all I ate.
You're wondering how I explained the scent
When Jenny kissed me. I did not explain:
I told her I had been under a strain,
Like Guy Fawkes in the halls of Parliament,
Like Mama selling thrills to pay the rent,
Like snacking on those roses in the rain.
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