I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning

My lover he had fled

Lying on his pillow

Was a rose of pure blood red

Oh my handsome stranger

Why did you thus depart

After our night of naughtiness

You really stole my heart

Your eyes lit up with pleasure

When I produced the rope

The handcuffs didn't faze you

At least that's what I hope

Perhaps it was the dinner

That I prepared for you

After just one mouthful

You went a funny shade of blue

I just added a few spices

To enhance my home made stew

Some herbs and a clove of garlic

Which didn't agree with you

You choked and coughed and spluttered

As towards the door you went

Oh no, says I you're staying

After what I've spent

So as the morning brightens

I lie lonely on my bed

And what have I for my efforts

A bloody rose of red.