Those Two Red Roses..

Roses.. White and yellow abound much Grouping to match wayward Red roses popping up the fences.. Two red In special peering pretext Piercing through the spikes.. Bruised fence adrift Twenty days more 've been in bloom Appearing to me gossiping.. 've been watching and praying.. Such their charm shouldn't fade.. They continue their blooming.. Nay, gossiping.. Flanked by three more red Alike out through the fence.. Gossiping going on and on bigger Their hushing verbiage I cannot grasp But a solitary pink seemingly Lonely in seclusion apprehensive All about her I suppose She droops her face down Pale and petals off in drops.. I ready myself for a tiff