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Every morning when she awoke From her nightly repose, There upon her doorstep lay A single, crimson rose-- A rose as fresh and as fragrant as any She'd ever smelled or seen. She put it in a vase each day, Wondering, "What could this mean? Is it a secret admirer? Or could it Be a secret gawker?" Then a thought occurred to her: "I hope it's not a stalker!" She tried waiting up all night; Her vigilance was in vain. Every morning a new rose appeared Despite wind or rain. She figured that a surveillance camera Would clarify everything surely. "But maybe it's better left unsolved," She said to herself demurely. So on and on the mystery of the roses Continued year after year. She was curious as to how long her secret Admirer could persevere. One day her neighbors noticed a pile Of roses at her door. Something wasn't right, for that Had never happened before. They entered her home and what they found Caused them all to start: Their lifeless neighbor lay on her bed With a red rose over her heart. - by Bob B
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
The Mystery of the Roses
Every morning when she awoke From her nightly repose, There upon her doorstep lay A single, crimson rose-- A rose as fresh and as fragrant as any She'd ever smelled or seen. She put it in a vase each day, Wondering, "What could this mean? Is it a secret admirer? Or could it Be a secret gawker?" Then a thought occurred to her: "I hope it's not a stalker!" She tried waiting up all night; Her vigilance was in vain. Every morning a new rose appeared Despite wind or rain. She figured that a surveillance camera Would clarify everything surely. "But maybe it's better left unsolved," She said to herself demurely. So on and on the mystery of the roses Continued year after year. She was curious as to how long her secret Admirer could persevere. One day her neighbors noticed a pile Of roses at her door. Something wasn't right, for that Had never happened before. They entered her home and what they found Caused them all to start: Their lifeless neighbor lay on her bed With a red rose over her heart. - by Bob B
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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