Red rose carried no blush
She was not an English
flower
Red rose was not
prettily fragranced
She was not sweet, but
sour
Red rose though of
English genus
Was a spy for a Marxist
power
Red rose carried no blush
She was not an English
flower
Red rose was not
prettily fragranced
She was not sweet, but
sour
Red rose though of
English genus
Was a spy for a Marxist
power
Karl Marx liked herbal tea
In his place on the
left
And he preferred it
because
All proper tea was
theft
Karl
Marx liked herbal tea
In
his place on the left
And
he preferred it because
All
proper tea was theft
No
self-respecting Marxists would ever
Attempt
to change a light bulb their self
For
the seeds of revolution and change
Are
already within the light bulb itself