This rose is yellow but mostly
they’re red.
It’s not intended to mark out the
dead.
It started off as a gift for a
man
Who merely had trouble with his
bedpan.
The gift was given and a photo
was taken
To show the man who was very much
shaken
And rested his soul not too far
away
But those who visited had to pay
For trains and cars and parking
galore
And climb flights of stairs to the
highest floor.
The rose got planted and was attached
to the wall
And another photo was taken by
our man Paul
To show the sick man whose name
was Eddie
That an inspection of the rose was
just about ready.
The rose still stands but Eddie
is gone
And in his place the rose climbs
on
And up the fence to remind us
that
He hasn’t just left behind his
tat.
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