you ruffian, Oscar,
what are you doing
on the wall
of my garden?
do you not see
the warning signs all over?


Sir, I’ve done what
I need to
and I’m climbing over
to jump back to open space
on my side of the earth


you scoundrel, Oscar,
you surly boy -
did you pluck the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare?


Sir, I did indeed pluck
the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare;
and I slipped
through your daughter’s
window
and stole a kiss
as she lay sleeping
and put the rose in the vase
on the side table by her bed;
and I feel now she awakes
and glowing with joy at seeing
the red red rose
so precious and rare,
she blows me a kiss
in this morning’s cool air

Raj Arumugam

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tale-of-another-selfish-giant/