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Smelling of Roses

Equine ordure sweet roses manure

Prince Louis's mime

most Regal procession deplore ordure


sweetest roses, newly sprung

grow their roots deep down in dung


carriages at colourful trooping

did force their way through horses' ordure

more than one young prince, at least, could endure


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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
17 ago 2023

Brilliant, this poem comes out smelling very sweetly.

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Miembro desconocido
16 ago 2023

This made me smile this morning for sure!

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Now there's something quirky before breakfast! I'm not sure I'll sniff roses quite so deeply in future. 'Ure' again...

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