“The rose pretty as can be, painted red as a fire engine, but hiding behind it, was something of a yellow, a fellow rose for sure“ Gun Roswell

Red and then some yellow behind it?

The roses are always pretty, even if having passed their prime time to be seen, whatever that just might mean, with a stem so tall, green and totally lean, they always make sure to be seen, no matter the venue they are set upon

No matter the colour of the petal, the flowery part, the one which is the supposed smart, even if the stem has its thorns, which if pricked, will make a human bleed, and so perhaps the luscious thick part isn’t the one to be afraid of