Red rosettes
Red rosettes
Two women canvassing
Get soaking wet
Door to door
Door to door
They electioneer
Through hard rainfall
Red rosettes
Red rosettes
They get utterly soaked
By a passing car
He got vexed
He got vexed
Because he didn’t like
Their red rosettes
They’re upset
Soaking wet
Yet still proudly wearing
Those red rosettes
MAWH, June 2017
(A short poem inspired by an incident that happened recently involving a friend of ours)
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