Plastic posies, plastic posies, with you I'll bear my heart. You shall show my love to her, with whom I cannot part. Approaching slowly, grinning wide, with posies hidden behind. She smiles and asks me what I've brought as presents fill her mind. She's wanting chocolates, candies sweet, or gems to match her eyes. My plastic posies, bright and firm, shall catch her by surprise. For on this day, two years have passed from whence we first had met. She has planned a perfect day, I thought, what gift to get? These posies are quite pretty flowers, And plastic shouldn't fade. And too, they did not cost me much. What better flower is made? With head held high, I gave my gift. She took it in her hand. And quickly thus her smile did fade. I could not understand. A ruby sheen then crossed her eyes. A fire now burned within. And seeing her rage, I asked myself, how could I do this again? For last year's day was planned as well, but fun it sure was not. For she did not take kindly to, the tulips I had brought. They were wrought from plastic too, And vibrant red, they were. I thought my luck had just run out. She hates red tulips, I'm sure. But what has angered her today? Red tulips, I brought none. Could she hate posies just as much? For sure our love is done. But wait, she's sighing deeply now, she's giving me a chance. As she lays her posies down, with joy I want to dance. The day has not been ruined, yet, I must take great care. To have a gift one year from now, that's beautiful and rare. Grinning wide, I've decided now, what next year's gift will be. A plastic iris would be a fine gift. She likes the iris, you see.