My Flowers

As springtime arrives, my wife is in blossom like my garden flowers. Her legs grow slenderer as tulip's stems as she wears thigh-length skirts and high heels. I am so fortunate. I'd just wanted to share my flowers with the less fortunate. Every evening, I cut some tulips and tell my wife to take them to a different neighbor. She looks so appealing, walking down the street on her high-heeled boots and loose, short skirt carrying my tulips. I hope my neighbors enjoy the flowers I send them. I thank my wife for staying at my neighbor's long enough until she makes certain they had taken good care of my flowers.

— James, 42