Then, there was another war of the roses: red versus white.
The vendetta spilt over into an unbelievably vivid sight.
Both sides’ obstination to peace lead to a lost mind.
Neither could see that unity behooves those in a sour bind.
Now, a rosier scene has appeared from the hues of strife.
For pretty in pink is the icing on both the cakelet and its recipient—the person no longer splitting hairs or sweatering the small stuff, but, rather, enjoying a new, bubbly, cheerful life. ; )