🌹 One hundred years of conflict, was the lead up To the man seeking the throne, from York was he So he thought, “Of the kings blood, I shall fill my cup” And so he started a war, that would be Famous made by roses Red and white of colours they were Duke of York, should be king, he proposes But the current king, simply calls him a cur And the war is off for quite some time Until only the women remain As they simply forgot, of the men to maintain And that was the end of the war of roses 🥀