OK. So the other day, I was in a creative mood, so I came up with an... amusing...poem. I told Dad, then Mom. It went something like this...
The Rose Garden.
As I went out into me field,
I spied a bed o' roses.
But I cant smell them; not a bit;
not if you stuffed them up me noses.
I'll just leave you to it, then...
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