Pretty, demure, and lonely
Rosie did her job
Another day, another house
This one in the hills above
With its great view
Vistas to the sea
Nestled in trees
Providing privacy

She was there to show some shade
Offering all kinds of blinds
The owner, Jack, had just moved in
It was shade he sought
Now Jack, in his thirties, was a bachelor
Romance never seemed to work out
He liked what Rosie had to sell
Indeed, he asked her out

That occurred after he made her lunch
He was a master of the BLT
They devoured each other’s company
So hungrily
She stayed four hours
Came back the next day
Eventually spent the night
Moved in a month later
The blinds fit just right

Jack and Rosie don’t want for much
Not anymore
It was the best sale she ever made
Certainly, Jack’s best score