“Died of a Rose” by Ambrose Bierce

A reporter he was, and he wrote, wrote he: “The grave was covered as thick as could be With floral tributes”⁠—which reading, The editor man he said, he did so: “For ‘floral tributes’ he’s got for to go, For I hold the same misleading.” Then he called him in and he pointed sweet To a blooming garden across the street, Inquiring: “What’s them a-growing?” The reporter chap said: “Why, where’s your eyes? Them’s floral tributes!” “Arise, arise,” The editor said, “and be going.”