the rose

i made this poem a while back but i rlly like the story built into it

its not gr8 but at least i tried!

a rose, a rose, so beautiful n bright

so beautiful, that no 1 cud leave itz sight

they all gazed at the beautiful, red rose

a sweet, natural smell 2 the nose.

but 1 day that came 2 an end

because a boy picked the rose, 2 give 2 his friend.

his friend felt much joy, like a bunny hopping around 2 its delight

but the boy got his karma, like a bite.

everyone was sad the beautiful, red, sweet rose was gone

but the boy planted a seed, the exact same rose

so everyone got 2 see the beautiful, red, sweet rose again.