Just a Rose

There once was a rose
from a long time ago
But the preaty littel flower just wouldnt grow
all he did was sit and pose

Then one sunny day a crow
came and plucked the rose
as he flew away a tear streemed down
and it hit me right in the nose
I found it quite odd
That a drop would fall
with a sky so clear

So I look up to see
Such a sight up in the sky
A crow holding the most beutifull rose
It was all grown up
All big and strong
With less courege than i have ever know

Not as good as the others but it was one of the first ones I ever wrote.