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