This is why I'll try to put up a poem every day in the month of April: http://caferati.blogspot.com/search/label/CaPoWriMo#4726127121356507247
She was a child
And didn't know what a rhododendron meant
Her maid stewed some in a carafe for style, maybe
Though roses would've given off a stronger scent
She was old when she'd keep up pretences
With the maid dead, money gone and she, all alone
She was a queen when she slept off at night, with the carafe in sight
On a slightly damp, rhododendron throne
She was a child
And didn't know what a rhododendron meant
Her maid stewed some in a carafe for style, maybe
Though roses would've given off a stronger scent
She was old when she'd keep up pretences
With the maid dead, money gone and she, all alone
She was a queen when she slept off at night, with the carafe in sight
On a slightly damp, rhododendron throne
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and so do i :)