poemranker ::Big fanny by keatsImnot

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Big fanny

by keatsImnot

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Oct 2004 · 1 comment

Oh shabby rose you loll your weary head Two days you bloomed in ernest and stood proud But now your perfumes gone your petals dead Your blackening leaves hand limply as your shroud For weeks the bees came calling to your bed And kissed your virgin petals with dersire And with a maidens blush your cheeks shone red Effulgent with intense etheral fire But now your suiter call on you no more Your beauty gone your pollen sucked and dry And you are left alone bereft and poor As I am left alone to wonder why?

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[7] Dovina 4-Oct-04/5:37 AM Reply
Some good thoughts here, some bad grammar. I don't like the title. Either that or I did not get the connection.