The Barn by Ralph Hagen for February 13, 2010

Rory, you little sneak thief!

Oh oh, someone’s in big trouble!

Roses are red Violets are blue The vet’s missing flowers say, “Rory loves ewe!”

Rory is happy and Lucinda is happy. Do I hear … Car Wheels On A Gravel Road.

Rory, you naught, naughty lamb … I hope Lucinda doesn’t eat those roses before you can return them and save your woolly little hide.

I guess that makes up for the snowlamb incident.

When I ordered a dozen red and a dozen white, the girl at the florist shop asked if they were going to the same address. Firing is too good for that woman.

Lewreader, the red roses to your wife and the white roses to your mother/sister.

smart sales lady, I say!

Doc I agree, I have my flowers in the spring and summer in my yard to admire. They last longer that way!

And my mom always said she didn’t want flowers at her f funeral. “What good are they, just a waste of money, I won’t be able to see them anyway!”

grazer… great poem !

roses can be hard to get at this time of year, way to go rory!

i didn’t realize rory’s girlfriend’s name was lucinda

there was someone special in my life by that name years ago

RIP cindy

I bet Juanita would eat the flowers given by Stan.

Stan and Juanita are so like Gaturro and Ágatha in the Argentine comic “Gaturro”: Stan is lovesick without Juanita’s returned feelings.

love gaturro - thanks for the recommendation

Dry: my mother is the same. Buy her “summer” transplant flowers for Mother’s Day, “fall” for her birthday on Halloween. Planting them is part of the deal. She says that way, she can enjoy them several months. She also wants no flowers at her funeral. Please donate to charity.