a rose poem

A rose poem

A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley

That had a small brook with swimming ducks

Even though since everyone wore clogs

He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale

 

The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and

As we know the Germans are astute workers.

 

Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder

On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens

Some inhabitants came to him with clogs as a gift

Exponentially happy he cried and was a happy man.

 

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