Poetic Essences
Flowers
Then move into your bower.
First, I bought her Daphne
Then stole daffodils
I’ve considered buying roses
But can’t withstand the bills.
Her appetites insatiable
What can I do next?
Will I do the seven veils
I’m confused and perplexed.
Some girls want for little
Others want the lot
Do gifts open hidden thrills
That just leaves them besotted.
What does she see in me?
Am I a walking bank?
Those deposits goods discreetly
And the one to thank.
Her daughter says I’m handsome
As I learn to toddle
The older demure suave type
A quick dalliance or a doddle.
Lead me up and down the hills
Taken to theatres and galleries
Feed me spicy chicken too
Don’t worry about the calories.
I’m vexed perplexed and curious
Where this affair is going
You said you’re wearing a T-shirt and shorts
With your shapely legs showing.
You are the bud in springtime
Will you open like a flower?
Can I bring along shiny blue beads?
Then move into your bower.
©
David Rudder
2014
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