It is pleasing to be pleased AND more than desirable to be desired. To be desirous of being another one is better than being a Kate in the Bush or rather two Kates or Phoebe Cates is a conundrums or two out of a pool.
Does the smell of a sagacious skunk offset it’s perspicacious nature and esoteric wit? Does the dying flower die to be on it’s own grave? Is Willy Wonka a policy wonk or a Hershey’s kiss desired?
Every rose has it’s scones and every Knight has his flower, so by that are we to assume, that a stinky rose’s prick a knife? Just wondering my friends…. I guess that makes me wonder what I am not sure.