you ruffian, Oscar, <br />what are you doing <br />on the wall <br />of my garden? <br />do you not see <br />the warning signs all over? <br /> <br /> <br />Sir, I’ve done what <br />I need to <br />and I’m climbing over <br />to jump back to open space <br />on my side of the earth <br /> <br /> <br />you scoundrel, Oscar, <br />you surly boy - <br />did you pluck the flower <br />the red red rose <br />so precious and rare? <br /> <br /> <br />Sir, I did indeed pluck <br />the flower <br />the red red rose <br />so precious and rare; <br />and I slipped <br />through your daughter’s <br />window <br />and stole a kiss <br />as she lay sleeping <br />and put the rose in the vase <br />on the side table by her bed; <br />and I feel now she awakes <br />and glowing with joy at seeing <br />the red red rose <br />so precious and rare, <br />she blows me a kiss <br />in this morning’s cool air<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tale-of-another-selfish-giant/
