Noggs - Stories, Poems and Puzzles

Poem -Solitaire

My love is quite unlike a red red rose -
No thorns, a sweeter smell, a paler nose.

My love is quite immaculate; the sun
Shines from her every orifice, bar none.

I have been smitten, like a red-nosed clown
By custard pies; in sweetness, I may drown.

Each day I offer her a blood-red rose
Which she declines; each day my ardour grows.

The blooms she spurns would be the pride of Kew -
No thorns, a sweet perfume, a lush deep hue.

I can't imagine what mistake I've made -
Perhaps a subtler smell, a paler shade?

I brandish blossoms everywhere she goes.
I wish I knew why she turns up her nose.