And there upon a stool she sat
With well worn shoes and floppy hat
Petals from her basket fell
A bouquet in her hands to sell
Flowers for your love she said
With quizzical look and tilted head
Your lady fair would be remiss
If she did not return a kiss
Ah, I said, if that were true
I’d buy all the blooms from you
But alas, there is no femme
To whom I could present a stem
Then find one she was quick to cry
Such gesture to a lass imply
A handsome beau before her stands
With a gift of beauty in his hands
What fair miss could look away
Let her emotions run astray
But with cunning wiles adept
This fragrant present would accept
I from my pocket coins withdrew
And in her hand, I placed a few
A shy smile crossed her face
And for a moment, eyes embraced
Thank you sir, you’re very kind
I hope your lady you can find
And if you do, you’ll see she’s keen
Charmed by this gift so unforeseen
And with that he returned the bowers
Daisies, Asters, and Cone flowers
Said may with their beauty you imbue
My fair maid, these are for you
Ink lings 