Always draped in fine
colourful petals
At most colours are
dissimilar
With size at either
extremes
Roses are so full at
the receptacle
Wagged and swayed
provocatively
In the cool breeze of
the evening wind
Woe unto nescient of
beetles
For drool do they over
the voluptuous of roses
They rush to savour
their slimy juices
With a creepy allure of
sweetness
But a nauseating wave
of fragrances on fabric
Concealing thorns
tucked beneath sepals
From oozing juices
emanates pleasure
An epitome of fatality
when appetite wanes
Voluptuous roses call
for an eagle eye
Lest beetle burrows
into malignant tissues
Gorgeous roses seldom
lack fierce thorns
And fierce thorns
seldom caress tissues
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