Poe A Rose Is A Rose
Jezebel...from Israel... Who never read a book Charmed the literati And a smile was all it took... I was laughing with Picasso When she first entered the room But Gershwin, Tristan Tzara And Man Ray saw her too There was never any doubt All would try to take her home But she refused their every move Preferred to be alone And a rose...a rose is a rose Zelda had a breakdown Fitzgerald hit the bar His hand was broken, words were spoken Didn't get too far Hemmingway was smoother More debonair and fun But he would say her repartee Was meaner than a gun And a rose... A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose Said my good friend Gertrude Stein She knows that I go to the ol' Deux Magots And I drink Pernod through the night Jezebel...from Israel... Who never read a book She charmed the literati And a smile was all it took Before her Joyce will babble And Pound has gone insane Eliot is paralyzed by Thoughts of April rain When she refused Lennin He vowed to start a war Stravinsky beat The Rite of Spring Right there on the floor And a rose...a rose is a rose A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose Said my good friend Gertrude Stein She knows that I go to the ol' Deux Magots And I drink Pernod through the night And then one night she's missing A riot soon began No one could stand the thought of Jezzie with another man I raced down winding streets I broke into her house You'll never guess who Jezebel Was kissing on the couch... A rose...a rose is a rose... Hi Jezzie. Hi there Gertrude Am I interrupting something? A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...
