Sunday, 17 February 2013
The spider rose
The spider rose is only thorns,
around a sooty, blackened stem,
its heart contains six maggots which
consume whatever love they can.
A bunch of these is rare as gold,
and cost more than a man should pay –
I've pawned the house and sold your dog –
your valentine arrives today!
No words can say the thanks you owe,
no gift could recompense this act.
I win! You owe me ev'rything;
I love you most and that's a fact.