My first post This deals with the perils of dating for the Older Generation…

Say it with flowers ...( Or plant-based puns )

I’m sitting at a restaurant table, waiting for you to arrive,

I’m secretly hoping that you’ll be late, my mind is in overdrive.

You see I have a problem, no one else is to blame,

But since we spoke on the phone this morning, I simply cannot remember your name.

I know it sounds ridiculous , I’ve been racking my brain for hours,

And the only thing...I can recall, is that it’s something to do with Flowers .

I must get my brain back in order, rearrange all the components,

I know it’s not anything serious, I’m just having a senior moment.

I do remember some things you told me,

like you and your husband are no longer together,

I said “more fool he, but that’s lucky for me,”

hang on a minute, lucky... could you be Heather.? No..no.

.

You said you fell out with your ex husbands mother,

In her eyes he could do no wrong,

I said “don’t you fret, you’re not the first wife I bet,

to be on the wrong end of a mother-in-law‘s tongue.”

You said you had no brothers, or sisters,... ORCHIDS,

You were footloose and fancy free,

I said “well, ...in that case,

would you like to spend some THYME with me?”

We seemed to get on really well,

you said you liked my floral quips,

I said maybe we were MINT to be,

and secretly I longed to kiss your TULIPS.

But THISTLE never do,

must get my head back in the game

I mean you could be here at any moment

and I still can’t remember your name.

You may turn out to be very understanding,

But then again, maybe not,

Especially as you told me ,

your favourite flower, Is the forget-me-not

This situation is driving me crazy,

I’m really starting to feel the heat,

I wish I were driving miss Daisy,

Incidentally in France I’d be driving Marguerite.

Now I know it’s not Lilly or blossom,

Or Flora or Primrose or fern,

And I cannot imagine, that you’re Juniper or Jasmine,

I really am getting concerned.

I look around the room for inspiration,

But there is none to behold,

just a pair of rubber gloves in the sink, behind the bar,

and I don’t think you’re called Marigold.

what in Carnation are you called,

I must put an end to this Folly

Otherwise soon I shall be climbing the walls,

and no it’s not Ivy or Holly.

I take a quick look out the window,

And oh my God ,..... there you are, ,

just pulling into the car park,

Driving a very expensive car.

It’s a Lotus, ... (well what did you expect ?)

I didn’t know you drove one of those,

In your lapel you’re sporting a poppy

and in your hand was a single red rose.

This problem was now a crisis,

But I fought back the urge to flee,

I know you’re not Violet or Iris,

and you’re definitely not Rosemary.

So I’m sat here at the table,

trying to remember your name,

This was either something at which we

would look back and laugh,

or it could end in a world of pain.

As soon as I saw your smile,

I knew everything would be okay,

A calmness descended upon me,

and I Just knew what I was going to say

,

As I stood up and kissed you on the cheek

My mind had never been clearer,

You said....” hello stranger,”

I said........”ALOE VERA”

Mark Crump. 2020 ©️