Email 34
Daddy's Pink Roses.
Sydney didn't know about flowers,
She whiled away many hours,
thinking of things of no allure,
Then one day Francie taught her.
Eventually, Sydney gathered many flowers,
she took them from all, for hours and hours,
She had gathered a beautiful bouquet,
that could have filled the month of may.
She lived along a great happy life,
She gathered flowers, had no strife,
But one day, her father told her something,
Something that changed everything.
"I am not your father" He said,
"In fact, your father may be dead,"
"But the point here is not that, but this:"
"I have a pink rose, to give it to you would be sheer bliss."
Sydney contemplated a while,
Then, on her face, there grew a smile.
"We shall exchange flowers, father dear,"
"And any objections to this, I will not hear."
They had their fun in a large room,
It went as fast as a car going ZOOM!
And then they were happy, and blissed out,
And then Sydney gave a shout:
"I shall still be with Vaughn!" She said
"Even though you say he is dead."
"That never stopped him, so it shall not stop me."
And that is the end of this pathetic story.