Rose-colored Murder: A Pantoum
Roses are red... They still sway in the breeze Little girls in red dresses sit on the bed Little girls in red dresses sit there in threes They still sway in the breeze Confused fish swim in circles Little girls in red dresses sit there in threes Cold blood freezes to the myrtles Confused fish swim in circles Money melts when cashiers smile Cold blood freezes to the myrtles Bring your veins; we'll talk awhile Money melts when cashiers smile Petals fall when they make you cry Bring your veins; we'll talk awhile Petals fall when they ask you why Petals fall when they make you cry The bus comes carrying children and guns Petals fall when they ask you why The bus comes driving o'er all the meek and hungry ones The bus comes carrying children and guns Little girls in red dresses sit on the bed The bus comes driving o'er all the meek and hungry ones Roses are red...There is purposely no punctuation in this poem except for after the 'Roses are red' lines. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 07:41 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"Roses are red......"