Days Of Wine And Roses . . .

Sitting in the garden watching the bees flutter round the roses, drinking lashings of cool white wine, I'm reminded of an old song, by B. Bumble & The Stingers, I believe. Goes something like this . . .

Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, my love
Come any closer you fu*k and I'll sting yooooo


If you're a masochist, listen to this version - but, be warned, it'll make your teeth fall out . . .