The pretty flower from yonder beckons
going to it in the fastest run
tripped on a small stone
fell down and broke the bone.
With the bruised leg and torn calf muscle
walked slowly brushing aside the tussle
went near the lovely flower
which went past my cheeks in a shower.
Then with a limp and a painful pull
turned back with loving feelings full
stretching the hurt leg on the sofa
reminisced the event with a guffaw.
The dainty flower likes me, I feel
as it kissed my cheeks with a feel
seem to caress me with a smothering feel
Oh! it has taken my heart in a steal.
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