• Flowers - Wendy Cope

    Some men never think of it.
    You did. You'd come along
    And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
    But something had gone wrong.

    The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
    The sort that minds like ours
    Dream up incessantly. You thought
    I might not want your flowers.

    It made me smile and hug you then.
    Now I can only smile.
    But, Look, the flowers you nearly bought
    Have lasted all this while.

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