Friday, February 24, 2006
Gertrude Stein's "Rose is a Rose..."
Cunning linguist that Gertrude was,
And, as well, a master debater,
Rose was, I think, the name of a girl
Gertrude loved with her cunning tongue;
And rose was the color, the shape
Of her pussy when Gertrude ate her.
Rose, I think, was a girl who was sweet
And plump and roseate,
And a pink rose slowly opening
Was her pussy that Gertrude ate.
Get your nose right in there, Trude,
Inhale the musk that beauty, youth exude!
"Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose."
This Rose was perhaps more than we suppose.
