Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

Bouquet

He swirled the wine around his glass
and then he sniffed for its bouquet.
Some wilted flowers for his wife!
'A fine bouquet,' I heard her say.

written 28th January for Constance's B word contest

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Constance La France February 4, 2023 at 7:34 AM Jack, interesting poem and congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge B Words, well done

Sara Kendrick February 1, 2023 at 2:04 PM Just dropping back by with a quick congrats. Way to go with this winner. Sara

Terry Miller February 1, 2023 at 2:47 AM Love it! Congratulations

Jennifer Proxenos January 28, 2023 at 8:25 AM Is this the wife you murdered, well I'm surprised she still talks to you! Your sense of humor always sharp Jack. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer.

Sara Kendrick January 28, 2023 at 7:56 AM I guess she had been drinking the wine instead of sniffing the flowers. Reads like a good contender for Constance's contest to me. Way to go. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my pages. Sara