Black bloody roses
Black bloody roses
Pockets full of flowers
Sounds from the towers
The king is dead
They took his head
And now I'll row row away
So jack be nimble jack be quick
Watch your step
The floors quite slick
Black bloody roses
Black bloody roses
Circle around
I'm in for just a penny
We're after the pound
Round the bush we go
Over the moon
Off to take my throne back
From the silver spoon
White gleaming lilies
White gleaming lilies
Back at it again
At first the hole
In we go
To Alice's house and stead
The king the king the king is dead
My smiling young friend
Smile sharp, not to a point
To avoid detection then annoint
White gleaming lilies
White gleaming lilies
I'm on the throne again
For now we see
For now we sing
The land is bright
The fields alight
Hope is back
Here on the throne
With pet beside
And death undone
Here I sit
Here I rule
Hear me speak
See me stay
Just for today...
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
