To buy flowers for a funeral
I can confess ‘twas my intent,
My second cousin twice removed
met face-to-face with wet cement
Oh, worry not, his restaurant
will be managed by his friend, Bob,
Who says the job will be a breeze
with help from some group called the mob
But, anyway, back to the task
of buying sunshine on a stem:
I’ve been walking ‘round for hours now
and cannot find an ATM!
Feels like one of those bad movies –
Oh, I’m sure you know the kind –
A collection of some random scenes
With seemingly no plot in mind…
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