I had an exploding tin of flowers , it made me feel fine.
I would slip out after hours and watch the flying colours while I drank my wine.
I offered you my flowers, I hoped to make you happy too.
Sadly you were allergic and you came out with symptoms like the flu.
I tried to put my exploding flowers back into the tin
it was so very hard to do my patience soon began to wear thin.
All I really wanted was to spread a little fun but so far I’ve made you feel ill and I have cut my thumb!!
That’s it I have had enough now, they came out so they must go back in,
they wont , they don’t OH! darn it I’ve had enough they are going in the dustbin!
Nov 10, 2013 @ 20:18:14
Thank for this Sunday afternoon poem. It’s rainy here , in Montreal and the rhythm of your poem uplifted me. Sorry about your thumb:).
Nov 10, 2013 @ 20:20:35
Well my own fault for playing with tins of exploding flowers! 😉
Nov 11, 2013 @ 21:52:12
I love all of you’re sweet poem’s they and liked the end it is sadly to say how greed can make us blined not to see what we have dune to our self’s as well
love you willow
Paul
Nov 11, 2013 @ 21:55:51
Thank you Paul , you are right we get so caught up in want want want … we all miss the real point!! 😉