What’s in a rose?
For starters, a smell of rotten corpses those decay
A very plain and very foggy day
A dream not dreamed to the end and gay
And loudish elves that begun to play

What’s in a rose?
At middle, just a maggot who eat all its way
And the sad farewell when you knew that she
Will never ever see you; and the cry of a banshee
The lost rebel who will never stay

What’s in a rose?
And at the end, a little dust from stars
A glimpse of Venus and a bar of Mars
The hope of a forgiving and a pray
A symphony for your nose and ears