An English Rose
Does brew her tea
In a white china pot
One or two?
No sugar cube?
And served with a biscuity treat
An English Rose
Does clean her home
With pride and a dust-free cloth
Floor are shining
Clothes need ironing
And the birds do sing her a tune
An English Rose
Does watch her life
And contemplates her view
Husband is home
Stomachs do groan
And the key in the back door turns shut
As featured in BFR magazine
http://bfrmag.blogspot.com/
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