up from the grave he arose
up from his tomb he arose
when they pried the mummy loose
ne’er to betrothe
but dead he’s a rose,
fallen for emmy’s noose
h.meanshomermeanshomosexual
&
b.meansbarronmeansbarren
no crops to yield
no soil fit to be tilled
no garden in sight
no women at night
certainly no roses
for her majesty’s might
and so emmy
carved an h.
and then she
etched a b.
into the throne
her king to see
to seat
him eternally
in her chambers
flushed of color
wilting to bone
stunk up from death:
he’s a rose
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