Wishin' and Hopin' (And Thinkin' and Prayin'!)
...with apologies to Dusty Springfield!
We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
till mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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