ODE TO MY FLOWER
I had a door flower that was so very neat,
In fact, it could be seen from my busy street.
This flower never needed any kind of water,
That's the reason why I bought 'er.
I loved you and adored you for two whole seasons,
That's why I couldn't wait to hang you up again for that reason.
Now that you're gone, my door looks oh, so plain,
Hey thief...you really have something to explain.
I hope you enjoy MY pretty white daisy,
I wish you'd know that stealing is just plain crazy!
If only I could make that darn flower now wilt,
I'd have some satisfaction and leave you riddled with guilt!
I know with time, this too shall pass,
As for now, dear thief, you can kiss my.......(flower!)
Okay, I am now feeling much better! Of course, I am still ticked off, but my Dad made a good point. I only noticed that today it was gone, but it could have been missing for up to a week or more. So, if I didn't notice sooner, how really attached was I? I guess I feel a little more violated and vulnerable than the loss of the flower. Right?!
5 comments:
your poem is so clever! i am sorry about your flower. i have one too and i would be so sad if it was stolen. when i put my out, i will attach some sort of electric shock so as to ward off would be thieves.
Missy...The electric shock thing came to my mind too. I will now lock my storm door next time I hang anything there.
grumble, grumble!
Fix the pencil sharpener and your flower will return. Just kidding it wasn't me. I have seen them in a flip-flop shape. You should get that one next and yeah, lock the door. So sad.
Think of it as a compliment to your taste and decorating skills.
Or one of the kids broke it and took it out and buried it and is letting you believe it was stolen. ;)
I'm so sorry to hear about your lovely flower. :(
As soon as I read this I rushed out hoping they also stole the two old satellite dishes Direct TV left sitting in my flower garden... but no such luck. LOL
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