General

The rose bush thorns were sharp enough to poke through the gardening gloves, even her expensive ones. The bases were somewhat triangular but the ends were like needles. After even a light pruning session the thorns had made her fingers feel like pin cushions.

By maria, November 2, 2013.
General

There once was a girl from Bratt
Who sat on a bramble mat
She thought it was grass
The thorns in her arse
Will forever remind her of that

By maria, November 2, 2013.
General

The thorns were wooden and each as large as a falcon's talon. They would cut your skin as easily as a knife, leaving you looking like you'd been whipped.

By maria, November 2, 2013.