Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry
Cupid shot an arrow
It was two years ago
I wrote about it then
To tell my tale of wow
I do not feel like writing
an ode to anyone
I have just been in the garden
Cutting trees, it was not fun
Mr. Swiss was helping,
he was also not so keen
We chopped away at branches
I felt so very mean
’Twas then I saw a flower
It was blossoming so well
A crocus had survived
so yellow and so swell
Cupid did his best
to compensate for pain
My back was hurting and my feet
But a crocus was a gain
The ground was wet and soggy
There still was snow around
It was cold and mucky
but I was safe and sound
Because the work was done
I sat and drank some tea
and then I turned my aching neck
An what was it I did see
Last week there was a bargain
Mr. Swiss went to the store
He brought home a lovely orchid
For me and him and more
My pain it went, all misery gone
An orchid smiled at me
I forgot the trials of writing a blog
And drank my cup of tea
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