A break-up bouquet
Arrives every day, in van loads.
Bought by guilt crazy
Guys for 'throw-away' females decoded
To amusingly
Disposible items used for sport,
At weekends are brought
Along as embelishments, and yet
Break-away gifts fade
They tarnish so soon, second-hand pets
Need only bouquets
For a time. Sadly this get-away
Culture is careless
And cold. Those who promise then betray
With flowers, beware!
Poison Ivy? The thorns in a Rose?
Not all hurts die cosily! !
Fay Slimm
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