Listening to their murmuringsnTrespassing thru the topiarynLulled by siren perfumesnOf their seductive petal openingsnnCannibal rosesnEnticing our nosesnWith exotic aromasnThen they bite off our nosesnWhilst stoof on our toesesnnRed snappers and finger popsnFighting off psycho pompsnRing a ring a rosesnTo Cannibal rosesnnIt's been one of those morningsnThey came with no warningnIt's been one of those mornings