A blossoming poet, one Josie,
One evening was given a posie
Of heaven-blue forget-me-nots

It came straight from the heart
And right from the start
It meant more to her than other pots

Of flowers, don’t you see –
It was just meant to be
That someone would never forget her?

For attached to the stems
Was a bracelet of gems
And with it a sweet love letter

With a poem inside –
She wept and she cried
For it was the very first time

She’d received such a thing - 
Like a bird on the wing
It was simply so sublime

So she dried all the tears
Of sixty-odd years
And made a cup of tea

Then she re-read the note
With a frog in her throat
And found that the poet was me!