On the Alberta/Montana Border: Doctoring the Roses

An oldie...

A woman had two suitors and they both were very kind,

Generous and attentive, loving both her heart and mind.

The one man was a doctor, cared for others every day,

The other was a grocer. People’s hunger did allay,

One day, from her dear doctor came a rose of rosy hue,

From the grocer came an apple. With rich scent, the air imbued,

Then every morning without fail, another rose appeared,

Immediately after came an apple. (Think that’s weird?)

Well, this went on for many weeks, the lady none the wiser,

Was the doctor being generous? The grocer, then, a miser?

Or was there something else that she was obviously missing,

And so she thought she’d ask the man instead of just dismissing…

Said to him, "Why the apple, Stan? What is it you are telling?

It doesn’t quite compete with roses, though it’s lovely smelling.”

Well, Stan, he laughed, said, “Dora, dear, that Adage, I obey,

“You know the one that says the apple keeps the doc away.”

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?