"Oh that lucky Mrs. Jackson
receives flowers
twice a week
but she's a widow, she's a recluse
and an eccentric,
so to speak."
"Now what kind of man,
Martha,
would pursue someone like that?
She never comes out of hiding
and we've never seen
her cat."
"Oh look over there,
Betty,
it's the florist down on the street
carrying a big bouquet of roses.
My this romance
isn't discreet."
"So who is her admirer
to give her
a happy glow
and in this seniors building
we would surely like
to know."
"It's a week later,
Martha,
and no sign of her just yet.
I think something's wrong.
Do you want to make
a bet?"
"Oh there goes the delivery man
but this time
he walks away.
Apparently the recepient
can no longer
pay.
The ambulance beat him
to it
much to our dismay
when they removed
her frail body
only yesterday."
"Poor lonely Mrs. Jackson
may she rest
in peace
living out her secret fantasy
when the C.O.D.
had to cease."
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receives flowers
twice a week
but she's a widow, she's a recluse
and an eccentric,
so to speak."
"Now what kind of man,
Martha,
would pursue someone like that?
She never comes out of hiding
and we've never seen
her cat."
"Oh look over there,
Betty,
it's the florist down on the street
carrying a big bouquet of roses.
My this romance
isn't discreet."
"So who is her admirer
to give her
a happy glow
and in this seniors building
we would surely like
to know."
"It's a week later,
Martha,
and no sign of her just yet.
I think something's wrong.
Do you want to make
a bet?"
"Oh there goes the delivery man
but this time
he walks away.
Apparently the recepient
can no longer
pay.
The ambulance beat him
to it
much to our dismay
when they removed
her frail body
only yesterday."
"Poor lonely Mrs. Jackson
may she rest
in peace
living out her secret fantasy
when the C.O.D.
had to cease."
**********