The love for three oranges
Today's poem, inspired by an oil painting of Seville oranges spotted in the Stirrup Cup pub in Bisley, Gloucestershire and purchased on 14 February 2020.
Whilst roses are red, it ought to be said
they still get the bends, despite trimming their ends.
Whilst violets are blue, they really won’t do
unless they’re from Parma or, since you ask,
coated in chocolate or come in a flask
as eau de cologne by Ms Jo Malone.
Ditch the traditional, be original,
like my clever chap (let’s give him a clap).
He spotted a painting, quietly waiting
for someone to spy it, get on and buy it.
A still life scene for a marmalade queen
- it must be a sign. Be my Valentine.