She watches gladly as the curtains fall
Cheers happ’ly when they rise again to show
Confetti litters wooden floor like snow
The leader stands in front to watch them all.
She cups her hands in hopes they’ll hear her call:
“I just want my awesome students to know
A rose for all my grown seniors. Oh ho!”
And roses tossed around like basketball.
But she who played did not a rose receive.
Considered not, no ample rose to give.
She spouted off in lugubrious prose,
“To give me one would not themselves deceive
That like them the musicians really live.”
Alone the fat’lly jealous orange rose