A refugee from planet Earth
Came by my house today
He asked me if I had some work,
A place where he could stay.

I took him in, I gave him tea,
I made him up a bed.
I bandaged up his broken knee.
I washed his bloody head.

Set him onto mowing my lawn
Trimming my hedge, digging my veg.

I wash all the blood,
He cuts the roses.
My near neighbourhood
Look down their noses.

We are happy here,
With blood and roses,
The blood and roses,
Those blood red roses,

Harry Rogers, Harriboy’s Hut, 30th October, 2016.