The Last Rosebud
(Triple Verse Triolet)

Six rosebuds sit atop the stem,
a hint of pink above the green,
each one a rare and lovely gem.
Six rosebuds sit atop the stem.
A chipmunk scuttles on the scene,
I watch him in the shade, unseen.
Six rosebuds sit atop the stem,
a hint of pink above the green.

Four buds remain upon the limb.
I turn my back, now only two
still blushes pink above the rim.
Four buds remain upon the limb,
a perfect foursome, although slim.
Perhaps I'll whop him with my shoe.
Four buds remain upon the limb,
I turn my back, now only two.

A chipmunk nibbles on a rose
he holds within his elfin arms.
I throw my shoe, do you suppose,
as chipmunk nibbles on my rose?
He sits upright in such a pose,
he captivates me with his charm.
A chipmunk nibbles on a rose
he holds within his elfin arms.

© Faye Adams

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2nd Place, Seasonal Verse
3rd Place, Rhymed Verse
Missouri State Poetry Society
Winter Contest, 2006

2nd Place, Alabama SPS
2006 Fall Literary Competition
Helen Blackshear Memorial Award

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