RedCloud
Mayor
Awhile back some posters were relating instances whereby they had had minor mishaps or embarrassing acts. MaryAnne posted that she had once passed out while planting some flowers. I decided I could get a poem out of that , so here is my attempt.
BTW, for you nosy posters out there, mine and MaryAnne's relationship is strictly platonic!
MaryAnne's Flowers
I had a place reserved in my yard
For my blue hibiscus and phlox
I knew they needed room to grow
And not be confined to a box.
I carefully spaded the ground up
And planted my flowers with care
But when I stood up to admire my work
The whole scene turned to a blur.
I must have fallen backwards
As the knot on my head will attest
But I was determined not to cry
I would pretend to be brave at best.
When I staggered back in to the house
My husband looked up and said,
"Honey, when digging a bed for your flowers,
Use your spade instead of your head."
BTW, for you nosy posters out there, mine and MaryAnne's relationship is strictly platonic!
MaryAnne's Flowers
I had a place reserved in my yard
For my blue hibiscus and phlox
I knew they needed room to grow
And not be confined to a box.
I carefully spaded the ground up
And planted my flowers with care
But when I stood up to admire my work
The whole scene turned to a blur.
I must have fallen backwards
As the knot on my head will attest
But I was determined not to cry
I would pretend to be brave at best.
When I staggered back in to the house
My husband looked up and said,
"Honey, when digging a bed for your flowers,
Use your spade instead of your head."