Tag: Recovery

My dear friend John

The gardener one

Has been unwell quite lately

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And so I send

These flowers for him

The ones I think most stately

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I know John may

Of course prefer

That flow’r that’s caused some conflict

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Between us friends

And made me near

Become a horto-convict

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For stealing John’s

Wisteria vine

That bloomed and bloomed all summer

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While ours had been

A true disgrace

A non-performing bummer

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But John, my dear

It’s cold out there

And vines are not in flower

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So will you please

Accept these blooms

Now flow’ring at this hour?

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They bring much love

And happy thoughts

Of better days before us

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And best of all

They’ll bloom again

With gusto and with no fuss.

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Dedicated to our dear friend John, in hopes that this excruciatingly bad poetry will make him laugh, and to his loving wife and son.