Poem

The Rose FamilyThe rose is a roseAnd was always a roseBut the theory now goesThat the apple’s a rose,And the pear is, and so’sThe plum, I suppose.The dear only knowWhat will next prove a rose?You, of course, are a roseBut were always a roseStarsHow pointlessly they congregateO’er our tumultuous snowThis flows in shapes as tall as treesWhen wintry winds do blow!As if with keenness for our fate,Our