Tuesday 13 February 2018

This girl named Rose


I met a girl named Rose
Who chose not to wear hose
I didn't mind one bit
Her bare brown legs
The glance she gave
Was heaven sent
Probably meant
That we would not behave
So I kissed her cute nose
Then right down to her toes

I loved this girl named Rose
She was the one I chose
On my lap she would sit
Head on my chest
Smile on her face
My heart beat fast
Hoped it would last
We'd ever be a pair
Winter came then she froze
That's how the story goes

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13 comments:

  1. This is soo romantic, Robin and absolutely perfect for Valentine's Day!💞

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  2. ha ha..that is indeed how the story usually goes! :D

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  3. I knew two people would absolutely ace Valentine's Day: you and Sanaa, each so romantic in your own distinctive way. Enjoyed this slightly naughty, slightly sad, and ever-so-romantic piece. Now I'm off to see what Sanaa has done.

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  4. Love the whimsy of this...and the ending, well, that IS how it goes, more often than not :)

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  5. Win some lose some. How it goes. Nice one Robin

    Much💚love

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  6. Some things are so much easier in summer...

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  7. "That's how the story goes" darn it but what great memories.

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  8. I, too, agree that it was probably meant. So sweet.

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  9. A sweet, romantic yarn. Great write!

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  10. We'd ever be a pair
    Winter came then she froze
    That's how the story goes

    All good things will come to an end. One would have wanted a wonderful ending in all instances but not quite! Nice to feel young, Robin!

    Hank

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  11. It seems that story plays out with many. This did make me smile.

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  12. Very nice reading, Robin. My winter waited thirteen years to come, but it came hard. In a way it was a relief. This second one is about to his 45 here on the 24th. Things are a whole lot different than the first.
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  13. That's the problem with loving a hot house flower.

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