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Daisies and Roses.

The Daisies in my front garden,
Are gossiping yet again.
They ask and give no pardon,
And are driving me insane.

Telling tales About the Roses,
Helps them pass the time.
I’ll pick them to make posies,
It will surely be no crime.

The Roses they are blushing,
They’ve turned a pinky red.
Their words are quite crushing.
I think I’ll put them all to bed.

The Daisies must stop talking,
It is time for them to be quiet.
I’ll give the lawn a chalking,
That will cause a riot.

Now the Roses and the Daisies,
Are all tucked up in bed.
My thoughts are now quite hazy,
I’m glad no blood has been shed.