[JustAmy]

A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

- J B O'Reilly (1844-1890) -

[JustAmy]

A Practice So Confusing

Crammed into a woman's purse
Are objects strange and varied
All the things she claims to need
That with her must be carried
Styled like a small suitcase
She handles it with pride
But every item placed therein
When needed seems to hide
Peek inside and you will find
Among the clutter there
A myriad of beauty aids
And things to fix her hair
Medications, some loose change
And credit cards galore
An army knife, two rings of keys
And a hundred items more
So why do women have the need
To carry all this stuff
Surely there is such a time
When enough becomes enough
This mystery bag of awkward size
We men do find amusing
But we will never understand
This practice so confusing

Chuck Pool