A Bunch Of Wild Flowers

Poem By Terry Donovan

He went to the florist and bought a bunch of roses for Meg.
They were red and beautiful and cost him an arm and a leg.

I walked along the hedgerow picking wild flowers galore
Until I had the loveliest bunch anyone ever saw.

I gave them to Meg, she said 'Thank you' and gave me a beautiful grin,
Adding 'Don't call me - I'll call you' and threw them in the bin.

Comments about A Bunch Of Wild Flowers

Wow, She threw them in a bin. You should of taken them out of bin and kept them for yourself. Don't do that again. Take care, Excellent poem.

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