Black bee had a row with Rose;
That dawn she didn't bloom
What could he have murmured rough
To make her look this gloom?

Reading my mind Bluebird said:
I saw him last night late
Come down buoying rolling boozed
And wake her up in rage

Sleeping she; that wasn’t grave
An action so he loathed
Found that Beetle lying there
Close he; and temper lost!

PS: No metaphors...no life scene...just an imagery on a garden scene at dawn...

16 09 08

Kesav Venkat Easwaran

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-bee-had-a-row-with-rose/