Mary Belle's Roses Poem by Richard D Remler

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Mary Belle's Bobble-Topped Roses were green.
The green-greenest green that I've ever seen.
She said when she planted them, they would be red.
At least that's what Mary Belle quietly said.

She said, "It will shine like a rainbow that can't help but glow, "
When she planted it deep under thick winter snow.
She said it would grow slowly, this sprig of atwig,
And when Spring whispered in, it would grow, grow, and grow!

But Spring brought in rains that rattled her sky,
And cackled with cheer as it thundered on by.
And Mary Belle's twiggrew a thingamajig
That blossomed out wildly, and then grew so big

It shadowed the house, and the garage, and the car.
It stretched out its foliage to black out every star,
It grew and it grew, and it grew, and by June
It had blocked out the light from the sun and the moon.

It had bushed up as high as a Poppletoff Tree,
And the small town of Whitt we could no longer see.
Only oodles and oodles of greenish-green roses
That plopped, popping holes in all our new garden hoses.

And now nobody lives in the small town of Whitt,
For Mary Belle's roses have claimed all of it.
From the trees to the cars, from the park to the sea,
From the City Hall's Flag Pole, to the air field's Wind Tee.

Mary Belle's Bobble-Topped Roses, they said,
Were far, far to green to ever be red.
And today stand as a testament, so we'll never forget
Mary Belle's much gossiped green rose regret.


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