Gosh, the Rose I am!
Dripping with nectar and gorgeously vibrant.

I’m the full package; good looks, good looks, and yeah, bristling thorns too.
Be prepared for the trade-off while plucking.

My dear friend, the bee is likely lurking in the velvet of my petals, and he isn’t quite known to care about your photo shoots with me.

I’m the one you draft into service to save your reputation every February. You buy me by the dozen, to bolster those “happily ever after” vows. Though, honestly, you can’t fool me, I’ve seen the shelf life of those promises.

I’m there for the grand exits, too
The somber retirements where I’m expected to provide the dignity.

I do the heavy lifting for every milestone,
Yet no one ever thinks to bring me flowers, ahem!

Gosh, the Rose I am, perpetually sought after!
I am the full package; sweet, spicy and sharp.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Prompt:

Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.