On Roses

Some roses are of rare perfume;

Yet others are armed with daggered swords;

Some are of impassioned hue

Bejewelled by diamond sparkling dew--

Fuschia bright before the pale day.

There are so many, I cannot say

The elegance, grace or form;

But for the price of choice,

I bought the hidden worm

(fr: Songs of a Peewee)