Another unrequited love. Do you like it, the poem, I mean?

Mr. Tipton, expert horticulturist,


B.S. in Botany from Bancroft,


Girls wiggle giggling past his tulips,


Aloof, untouched by their perfume,


Sets about his planting routinely,





Petticoat rose petals, sunlit maidens,


Unruffled, he scribes in his journal,


Hair ribbons dangling lilac in color,


Briars and thorns next to bare white flesh,


He wonders if they will be careful,





Claire and Amanda in the high phlox,


Pungent beehive nectar saturated air,


Undaunted, he gathers his fork and spade,


Songbird ballad, sunset amber behind silhouettes,


Scientific mind, unflappable, hopes they return tomorrow…

Another unrequited love. Do you like it, the poem, I mean?
You spelled "Old Perv in a lab coat" and "orgy" wrong... Otherwise it is perfect!
Reply:It made not one bit of sence to me whatsoever just a bunch of jumbled up words put into paragraphs. Report It

Reply:I was expecting "roses are red, violets are blue" or something along those lines.....but I guess what you have there is ok
Reply:it's sad...what can't they have a happy ending?





EDIT: There's a huge demand for you to write a love novel. Are you up to it, Richard? Let us all know. =) see this:


http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...

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