A rose of different colour stood alone <br />amidst the grasses on the farmer's land <br />and in the night when moon and stars all shone <br />she searched her soul deep down, inside the sand. <br /> <br />She could not see that cattle, goats and sheep <br />will walk around you on their daily rounds <br />if you are different every soul will keep <br />an eye on you, and that includes the hounds. <br /> <br />And so she stood there, bored to tears and quite depressed <br />refused to listen to those bits of conversation, <br />ye Gods had thought that any rose would feel so blessed <br />to have such colour, fragrance and configuration. <br /> <br />One day, the rose was turning fifty-seven, <br />a fatso Holstein wandered, mooing and nearby, <br />it was the day that prickly rose did go to heaven <br />the blessed end came from above, a bovine pie.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ignorant-rose/
