Jake Samson, Yavneh College

The Ballad of Rose

It was a warm Sunday evening,
And Rose was in despair,
Tony had left her all alone,
And which he did not care.

He came home later that evening,
And in a drunken fit,
He beat and beat and beat his love,
And did not care one bit.

Rose wandered into the moonlight,
Looking for someone new,
Someone who would look after her,
Far too good to be true?

She noticed a man on the street,
Playing on his guitar,
He was sad, had tears in his eyes,
Whilst looking at a star.

Rose went over and asked the man,
Why the tears in your eye?
My wife, she died, shes up there now
Was what the man replied.

He was shivering, just like Rose,
And asked her for her name,
Rose, she answered, and what is yours?,
Its Roger, he proclaimed.

They sat there talking for hours,
Roger was very smart,
He had something Tony did not,
For Roger had a heart.

Rose had to go back to Tony,
And Roger had to play,
But Roger shouted, I love you,
We need to run away!



Jake Samson, Yavneh College

Rose agreed, and they planned it all,
It would happen later that night,
Roger would come and rescue Rose,
And whisk her through the night.

The evening arrived quite quickly,
And Rose was looking out,
Waiting for Roger to arrive,
And which Rose had no doubt.

And then someone knocked on the door,
But Roger it was not.
Tony stormed in with a pistol,
And killed Rose with one shot.

It was a warm Sunday evening,
And Rose was lying dead.
For now she had no one, and no love,
For Tony had seen red.