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  • Jan Peterson

Ode to the Florist

‘Twas the night before Valentine’s Day and all through the shop

Not a human was resting and the phones wouldn’t stop


The arrangements were placed in the cooler with care

In hopes that customers soon would be there


The designers stuffing their faces with Red Bulls and meds

While visions of flowers danced in their heads


The drivers all tired, bedraggled, and sore

From delivering flowers, candy, balloons and more


This holiday is hard and not for the meek

It takes fortitude and strength to get through this week


We cry and we swear and let out some yells

There’s a reason we call this the holiday from hell


So, if you’re still standing on February 15

Pat yourself on the back and get off your feet


If flowers had an Olympics you'd win the gold

Just look around you and see how much you sold


To all of you who make flowers into art

We are grateful for your talent and doing your part


You make us look forward to each morning sun

Without your passion and creativity, we would have none


FROM OUR STAFF TO YOURS

GOOD LUCK TOMORROW EVERYONE!



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