A Rose by Any Other Name

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
but a flower by the name of rose would smell like pete,
so foul and putrid that other flower,
it brings you to faint with in the hour,
it's name maybe rose but it's colour tells truth,
but it all looks the same with a splash of vermouth,
the reds and the greens blind all who see it,
and it's true name together shall cause you to sit,
but now I tell you this flower is not,
and for you sweet heart it should not be sot.