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Plastic Posies (Other) by BleedingRose
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.

Up the ladder: Mirror
Down the ladder: disaster in the flesh

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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 5.1897035
Overall Rank: 4749
Posted: May 28, 2003 12:55 PM PDT; Last modified: May 17, 2006 9:47 AM PDT
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[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154 | 28-May-03/1:08 PM | Reply
tada
[n/a] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.72 | 28-May-03/2:09 PM | Reply
You're bringing her a plastic eye? What? Maybe she'd like a nice neck brace.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 | 28-May-03/2:44 PM | Reply
This is a bizarre poem.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 28-May-03/3:49 PM | Reply
That's because the idea came from my brain yesterday in a comment I left, thank you.
[n/a] BleedingRose @ 4.63.231.58 > Bachus | 28-May-03/4:02 PM | Reply
Yes, yes. I would have to attribute the motivation for this poem to Bachus's little comment. (a comment on Blush of a Winter Rose by kassanna in case people are curious)
[9] Shardik @ 24.126.113.154 > BleedingRose | 28-May-03/4:09 PM | Reply
Ah honesty, lovely, here's a bonus.
[n/a] BleedingRose @ 4.63.231.58 > Shardik | 28-May-03/5:40 PM | Reply
And thank you for the gratuity.
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154 > BleedingRose | 29-May-03/10:26 AM | Reply
Anytime, notice how much more effective those plastic posies worked? Amazing, I know, but it proves my theory about love and symbolism, and once I write that said theory down you'll see what I mean by that. Totally ironic and hilarious plastic posies, he he, who knew.
[n/a] BleedingRose @ 4.63.231.58 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 29-May-03/11:00 AM | Reply
In case you havent noticed, the guy in this poem is a FRIGGIN IDIOT! Im sure next year shell more than a little put off. Roses > Posies. except it
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 > BleedingRose | 29-May-03/2:12 PM | Reply
Are you in love with my alter ego?
[n/a] BleedingRose @ 4.63.231.58 > horus8 | 29-May-03/8:23 PM | Reply
No. At least I don't think so. Ive learned in the past that i have trouble making that call. but usually i can be sure that im not. its more of really screwing up and thinking i am. wait... what was i talking about? oh yeah. No.
[8] Blue Magpie @ 62.176.75.132 | 28-May-03/8:51 PM | Reply
As a poem there are a few hiccups in the metre but it was delightful never-the-less.
[9] sir_heff @ 65.172.117.1 | 29-May-03/5:57 AM | Reply
very nice, i should get my girlfriend some plastic posies.....oh wait i dont have one...
anyway, damn good poem.
[9] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 | 16-May-06/4:44 AM | Reply
This is damn funny, there are a few rhythmic inconsistencies but if they were ironed out this would be excellent. And for the first time in years I don't mind the rhyme of heart/part, for that you get bonus points.
[9] Niphredil @ 132.69.238.35 | 16-May-06/5:30 AM | Reply
Damn. If it were me, you'd get those plastic posies stuck where the sun don't shine... but hilarious nonetheless.
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