You brought me flowers,
A red roses bouquet!
As I was famished I ate one alive,
A thorn or two glided down my throat
Now I need treatment for a cold.

You brought me Coffee and fresh bread,
A cupcake and croissants
Three days in a row
I sit and watched them, painted them
Until the bread and cupcake ran stale
And the Coffee stood too bitter
Hard like a glue
Glowing surface for the blued croissants.