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| Flowers Dancing In The Breeze Flowers dancing in the breeze tempting all the busy bees A message offered sweet and free to the humble honey bee In many ways I'm just the same ready to my love proclaim Alas no Bees to play a part no nectar tempting to impart No in this I need to act alone pick up the dreaded telephone And sounding like I do not care talk to a Goddess young and fair If only I could dance the breeze and send a taunting tempting tease To win her heart with nectar sweet no more faint heart no more defeat So dial the number imagine a rose and win her with some lofty prose 'tis easy thought not easy said the words are right here in my head But courage doe's not come from Bees nor dancing gaily in the breeze I steal myself to dialing tone and trembling hope she is at home I clear my throat then a stupid sneeze her tender voice puts me at ease 'Oh I hear you're cold, poor dear' says she 'that explains a lot to me' 'You sound so awful on the phone no wonder you've been staying home' 'Take some honey, it's what you need it sooths you're throat and helps you breathe' She's out tonight with God knows who believing me to have the flu Those lucky flowers don't need a phone to tempt a little honey home As in the sun they bloom anew with no concern for me for you The flowers know well that all they need,a little honey to help them breed © Barry Monaghan, 2004 Saint Marys,kansas Authors Comment = Not a love poem perhaps but love sick certainly I once lost out to the flu and wonder if I lost more than just a first date. |
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