"JUST A FLOWER IN A STORM"

You know what ? I'm 54 years of age,and thought I knew everything,infact I've told both my wife and my children so.Well,this week I've learnt three things.1) when a poem goes de dah, de dah, de dah,de dah etc etc--you know when in sings--it is known as scanning,I've been writing poetry for 44 years now,how did I miss that one.2) New cars these days have 4 good tyres,and one shitty one that you only put on while you get the proper one fixed--and then when you get the proper one fixed you change your tyre again--what wanker came up with that idea ?and 3) The Forget-Me Not flower is the poets "symbol of consistancy"--bet you didn't know that did you?--liar! I would like to dedicate this poem to a person who has become a dear friend of mine in Cyber Space-- Richard Of the Meek variety,an eclectic sort of person who haunts--sorry--hails from the leafy glades of Fakenham in Norfolk----he tells me I should write of proper things--like "What does it feel like to be a forget-me -not in a storm"--so I did.

JUST A FLOWER IN A STORM

I,AM A FORGET-ME -NOT
OF THE MYOSOTIS GENUS.
SOMETIMES KNOWN AS SCORPION GRASS,
TO THOSE OF YOU WHO'VE SEEN US.
I'M OFTEN SEEN ON RIVER BANKS
AROUND BROOKES AND PONDS AND LAKES
"THE POETS SYMBOL OF CONSISTANCY"
THOUGH WHY,FOR GOODNESS SAKE?

YOU MAY WONDER WHY I'M NAMED SO,
AS WELL I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT,
SO,I'LL TELL YOU HOW THE STORY WENT
OF A BRAVE AND GALLANT KNIGHT.
IT WAS COLD AND WINDY ON THIS DAY,
WHEN LOVERS CAME TO REST.
WHEN SHE SAW ME ON THE RIVERS EDGE
AND PUT HIM TO THE TEST.

"OH,I LOVE ITS PINK AND FLOWERING BUD,
YON FLOWER PICK FOR ME,
AND SHOULD YOU BRING ME BACK THE BLOOM,
I'LL GIVE A BIT-TO THEE"
WELL,THE KNIGHT DIDN'T NEED ANOTHER HINT,
HE JUMPED RIGHT IN AND SWAM,
"I'LL GET THEE BRIGHT AND YONDER BUD,
YOU'LL SEE HOW GOOD I AM."

OH,HOW HE LOVED THE MAIDEN.
ONLY HER,HE WISHED TO PLEASE.
PLUS,WOULD HE REALLY GET A BIT,
OR WAS THE WENCH A TEASE?
BUT ALAS,THE RIVER WAS A TEMPEST
A SWIRLING ANGRY RAGE.
AND,HE'D FORGOT HE COULDN'T SWIM
----NOT THE SMARTEST SAGE.

AS HE REACHED OUT FOR THE FLOWER,
WHEN HE NEARED THE OTHER BANK,
HE FELT SOMETHING IN THE WATER
GIVE HIS LEGS A YANK.
HE WAS TRAPPED IN ALL THE FLOTSOM,
AND THE WATER NEARED HIS HEAD.
HE KNEW THAT HE WAS DONE FOR,
THAT SOON HE WOULD BE DEAD.

SHE WATCHED HER GALLANT KNIGHT,
FIGHTING,FOR HIS LIFE.
NOW ALL HER DREAMS WERE SHATTERED
AND SHE WOULD NEVER BE HIS WIFE.
"I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER" HE CRIED
TO THE RIVERBANK ABOVE.
"FORGET-ME NOT,MY DARLING,
FORGET-ME -NOT,MY LOVE.

AND THATS HOW THE FORGET-ME-NOT GOT ITS NAME