No reason asks for pardon
while singing of the best.
She blossomed in a garden
secluded from the rest.

She lived next to the ranchos
with mom what I can tell.
The chestnut with its branches
hid her from glances well.

No matter how close,
but Chestnut ain’t enough.
Inevitably Rose
saw someone she’ll love.

He looked so cute and heady,
was very nice and boon.
His Mom was a grand lady.
His Dad was a tycoon.

Lost mind Narcissus causes
when Daddy’s dough is spent
Before of many roses
he has inhaled the scent.

He was sprayed as a kiddie -
ain’t smell but pure dope.
Liaison with the sweetie
just no one could stop.

To follow the pattern
the fiend said at once:
Come out of the garden.
We gonna have romance.

Is there something better?
Love has no other name.
She ran like from the ghetto
with him. Whom should we blame?

Removing moral vetoes,
she bashfully succumbed
And all her ardent petals
got captured by that scum.

She looked for love and passion
and had no faintest clue
Of Poppy’s an old-fashioned
desire in plain view.

She didn’t have idea
her story is banal.
With petals she was dear.
No more she is a doll.

The poppy seeds fell loosely
as mourning marked its sign.
And Chestnut cried profusely
when spring began to shine.