Friday, March 29, 2024

FLOWERS IN THE VASES

FLOWERS IN THE VASES

(FOR HAZEL) 

I have a weakness for old ladies.

Any kind of old lady.

I'm really not particular.

I like best the kind of old lady

Who reads Reader's Digest

Cooks fresh rolls and buns

Kisses her grandchildren

Tears in her eyes at the sight of them.


I also like wild old ladies all right

The kind of old lady who smokes pot

And rides a Harley Davidson

Or the spry old lady

Who likes to rob banks for a hobby.


But the kind of old lady I like best

Is the Reader's Digest type

The kind of old lady

Who is genuinely touched by sunshine,

The kind of old lady

Who spends hours in her flower garden

Tending to the roses and tulips.

The kind of old lady who loves a dirty joke,

Who loves to go out for sausage gravy and biscuits

Or a pancake at the Amherst Diner

The kind of old lady who's not afraid to share a fetish

And makes homemade cheddar cheese sticks.


I have a weakness for old ladies

Who cannot live in a house 

That is not furnished with a candy dish.

The type of old lady who would apologize profusely

 If you caught her alone in her home

Sitting without flowers in the vases.


Bruce Potts

Copyright 2024

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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