thorn rose in quicksand

a pale siren lost at sea

gurgling a hymn, that's

what she means to me

she's saying little of late

quieter now than of yore

time's calmed her down

once I called her a whore

came home at all hours

partied till she dropped

spent money like water

manic how she shopped

once a nymphomaniac

in bed she wore me out

I was not t...

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Flo and Rose were lovers

they ran a florists' shop,

buds and lilies binding

a love they'd never lop

then Rose met a driver

new emotions but true,

she left Lily cut deeply

and eloped off to Kew

sick to death of flowers

Lily pined, got sick, died,

specified in her last will

no wreaths grave-side

her plot's tidy but bare

no blooms for her woes,

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