On hearing that our pool man's wife had cancer
We wanted to make a gesture, fine
We spotted the very thing at the Supermarche
And the choice it was sublime
A huge bowl of chrysanthemums, we bought the biggest on show
And left this lovely token at the pool shop to go
Home that night, to the pool man's wife.
The next day we told our cleaner, the sad story and our need
To show our thoughts and affection in a very simple deed.
In horror our cleaner told us ' Madame ce n'est pas bon'
The flowers are for Toussaint and to the cimetiere they are gone.
All was not lost, we phoned to apologize and the laughing Frenchman said,
My wife is Swedish and she thought the flowers very pretty
To her they have not the symbolism, 'eh, Madame- that would have been a pity,'
A true story told in kind of verse to let you know I am starting a Poetry and Poesie group with in Fifi
Contact me if interested in coming along, the first being on Sept. 24th Gazpacho 10.30am Fun and poetry promised. Val mail@bromlea.com. and I will tell you more about it.
Malc says 'that should have them piling in ' {philistine]
