Grasping the Nettle

A flowery poem.

I was in a quandary and all because

I was in love with both Iris and Rose.

Then there was their friend Jasmine

whose beauty put my head in a spin.

I was rather keen to marry and settle

yet still reluctant to grasp the nettle.

I went on few dates with buxom Daisy

but her tittle-tattle drove me crazy.

When I met Flora my search was over,

with this girl by my side I was in clover;

a week later, having reached my tether,

we parted  – and I took up with Heather.

She clung to me like ivy, tenaciously;

I gave her the push but did it graciously.

I rejected them all, Rubenesque or slim

but now my prospects look rather grim:

I am old and decrepit, without a wife,

and destined to endure a solitary life.

© Luigi Pagano 2016