The rouge hue. Rouge and not Rogue
enthralling tinge of blush
Unyielding flustering flush
Another rhyme fest really Rogue?
Its getting tired like Kylie Minogue
Oh for Pete’s sake can we have a different dialogue?
Pricked by a Rose is a monologue
Get it to it we need an epilogue
Are you the Rose Rogue?
No, I am a thorn en vogue.
The bittersweet karma for menfolk
A flamboyant intent of innuendos
A glimpse in to my soul through the windows
Damn it stop rhyming, you sound corny as hell
Oh pardon me let me freestyle mademoiselle
The gist of the poem is a sinking spell
Yes Rogue is a thorn on a rose, alarm bell
like a flaccid bong in a brothel
A thorn on a rose so algedonic
Some poetic justice so oxymoronic
Forget this Poem its a fatal disaster
hahaha you got pricked by a rose, hasta la vista