 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
“DIED OF A ROSE”
A reporter he was, and he wrote, wrote he:“The grave was covered as thick as could be
With floral tributes”—which reading,
The editor man he said, he did so:
“For ‘floral tributes’ he's got for to go,
For I hold the same misleading.”
Then he called him in and he pointed sweet
To a blooming garden across the street,
Inquiring: “What's them a-growing?”
The reporter chap said: “Why, where's your eyes?
Them's floral tributes!” “Arise, arise,”
The editor said, “and be going.”
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |