Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Pretty Yellow Tulips

The pretty yellow tulips 
   stood up firm and straight 
My wife not home from work yet
   I could hardly wait...

She came downstairs too slowly 
   her face all in a frown
The pretty tulips drooped, she said
   ~ as the sun sank quickly down

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M. L. Kiser January 18, 2020 at 7:04 PM Oh put an aspirin in the water, they'l last longer. Gershon Wolf January 18, 2020 at 8:31 PM Ha, ha! Thank you, Dr. Kiser. You'll be my 'Green medicine go-to gal' from now on!! LOL. Smiles, Gershon

Quoth Theraven January 17, 2020 at 10:15 AM Gershon, Standing there with drooping flowers. Reminds me of a Vaudeville sketch. -Richard Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:21 PM I knew this poem was old school --- but vaudeville?! I'm going to have get a new ghost-writer. LOL. Thanks, Raven!

Richard Lamoureux January 17, 2020 at 8:28 AM I’m sure when she looked at you her bright smile returned. Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:19 PM Problem was/is that the girl doesn't have any teeth to fill out that pretty smile! :) gw

Janice Canerdy January 17, 2020 at 8:15 AM Oh, what a bummer--NOT the poem. It's very good, Gershon! Janice Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:16 PM Ha, ha -- and I, of course, am the bum who bought the flowers to begin with! Thanks, Janice. ~ Gershon

Line Gauthier January 17, 2020 at 12:12 AM You should have taken a photo, Gershon! It's the thought that counts. Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:06 PM Now why didn't I think of taking a photo?! --- Ah, those flowers would have drooped right as I aimed the camera, no doubt! Thanks, Line. Best wishes, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger January 16, 2020 at 11:52 PM I can relate, and yes, Evelyn is right, there is tomorrow, and another day. Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:04 PM I can't every imagine you being 'droopy,' (except if highly medicated)… So I guess you can relate a different way... Thanks, Caren. ~ Gershon

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 16, 2020 at 11:17 PM Oh well, tomorrow is another day! Lovely poem, Gershon. Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:03 PM Ha, ha -- but not another bunch of droopy yellow tulips, hopefully. Thanks, Evelyn ~ Gershon

Kim Rodrigues January 16, 2020 at 9:16 PM Such a sad story! Gershon Wolf January 17, 2020 at 12:02 PM You're right, Kim. Everyone's sad: He who bought the flowers, his wife, and the tulips themselves, droops that they are! Thanks, Gershon