Colin F. Jones

HMMMM

If you hand someone a nettle
Then compliment it with a rose,
The sting becomes a petal
And from it a flower grows.
And if you don’t like flowers
Then you are a simple fool
Who will while away the hours
With self pity as your tool.
All you’ll do is plant more nettles
In an effort to be green,
But you won’t produce the petals,
On which you are so keen
For they only grow on flowers
That, by nettles, are not seen.