Hi, Mr. Honeybee! You were flying over my head ever since you were here,
you don’t see me? I am right here by the garden door, the same place I was
two years ago. Things look kinda strange, you past by me and went to the
other end. Now don’t you try to be funny with me, cause you don’t have any
pockets and I don’t believe you have much money. For I am the big red rose
that usually blossom all year long, you need to stop by and talk to me this
year before you long, you need to stop by and talk to me this year before
you attempt to fly back to your home. Our red roses have very sweet honey
and if you can come up with enough money to buy me some insect spray, you
might consider staying here all year long, rather than flying back to your
home. Big man, I know you are a cool dude when you fly. Most people get
excited when you pass by. Now I am not the kind of rose that smell sweet
only during the summer time. I have the kind of smell that you can find
even if you are totally blind. You might want to hang around a while before
going back hoe. I will give you my number and you can call me on the phone.
For I am here all day and unless somebody moves, this is where I will stay.
Right around the corner is where I was born and unless I die, I will be
living here right on. Bye-bye.
John David Fulmore
Copyright ©2008 John David Fulmore
Tags: don't move, girl, poem
