I posted another challenge on our message board that resulted in the following group of poems. This was the challenge:

I put a list of items that had to appear in the poem. Not only were they to be used in order, but there could be just one thing or item per verse. Also, the poem was to have a theme and couldn't be just five separate verses.

This was the list...


a bicycle

a flower shop

a cat or kitten

an accordion or accordion pleats


I thought the results were very good and if you like what you read, please let the poets know.

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)

The Flower Shop

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)

She got on her bike to take a ride
It was blue with a wicker basket
Mrs. Oneil her next door neighbor
Spoke up, "My Dear I have to ask it"

"Please will you go to the flower shop
And pick up a bouquet of roses
Maybe a dozen or two or three
Scented to please anyone's noses"

On leaving the store she discovered
In the basket a kitten she found
And wondered just where he had come from
She glanced up the street then she glanced down

A man sat playing accordian
She asked him about the yellow cat
"Someone had left it in the basket
Could you leave a dollar in my hat"

She took the little kitten with her
Along with the roses for her good friend
Giving both the kitten and flowers
And that is this little story's end

The Flower Shop

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)

The mountain bike hung in its rack on the garage wall.
The boy that rode it was in the hospital because of a fall.

The flower shop had sent him some balloons and candy from his pals.
They missed riding with him, especially the gals.

His cat, Sunny, paced around the house looking for him every day.
His Mom and Dad were waiting for him to come back home to stay.

He didnít miss little sisterís accordion playing for sure,
But he was longing for the day when the doctorís his problems would cure.

Soon, he got to go home, a yellow blanket covering his lap as he sat in his wheelchair.
Sunny came to ride home with him, and they made a very happy pair.

The Flower Shop

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)

Watching Grannie ride her bicycle,
Would set your funny bone a-tickle.
She'd coast right past the flower shop,
Decked out in her pink tube top.
Up a tree she spotted a kitten!
One look at him and she was smitten.
Rolled up her skirt of accordian pleats
And climbed the tree in two heartbeats!
The tiny kitten gave out a bellow
His fur was several shades of yellow.
Grannie brought him to her home,
And there he stays,,,no more to roam!

One July Wedding

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

Friday, the 13th, it was,
The bride rode her bicycle,
Addy didn't know how to drive,
Her honey had proved himself fickle.

She must get the flowers from the flower shop,
Load them in the wire basket up front.
Buttonieres, the bride's and bridesmaids' bouquets,
Addy pressed the pedal with a grunt.

In a nervous sweat she arrived back home,
Gingerly laid down tissued flowers,
But the cat did his thing on the paper.
He'd been left inside for many hours.

The accordion guy called at 4:00 to cancel,
The cake slid on the seat of Daddy's car,
One side's icing white, the other, cake yellow.
Addy rode her bike to the corner bar.

The Flower Shop

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)

As my bicycle with a flat tire I pushed home,
A flower shop I did pass,
So since my day had not been good,
Some flowers for my lady, I decided to purchase

When I went in, notes I heard,
An accordion playing mellow tones.
I stopped in the door and
My oh my.

There was a kitten dancing there.
A yellow kitten was dancing for me,
As I smiled and listened to the old man play,
And watched the kitten cavorting about.

I stood and watched and listened
At the simple happening.
An old man and a yellow kitten
Whiling away and enjoying it too.

When he realized I was there,
His accordion stopped and he offered help.
Yellow kitten, yellow flowers,
As all at once, it had been a good day.

As I pushed my bicycle home,
The tune did run through my head,
And I smiled and the simple sight,
A yellow kitten dancing to an accordion.

The Flower Shop

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)

Miss Primrose set out early that morning,
She had fresh flowers to buy and a newly-made frock to deliver,
Her cousin was coming and he was as cold as an icicle...
He wouldn't like it that she'd traded her automobile for a bicycle.

First the supermarket and then the flower shop...
She would buy a Porterhouse for him, and a chicken breast for herself,
After supper they would sit on the porch swing
And maybe, if he wasn't travel-weary, he would sing.

She hoped he would bring his accordian,
He was a different man when he played his accordian and sang,
But alas, they were cousins and any romantic thoughts they might have were a no-no.
Always, she would hide her feelings and act just so-so.

"A cat? You brought me a cat?"
Oh my, I don't know if I like cats...."
But that night while she listened to his songs,
The cat curled up in her lap as though it belonged.

Nearing bedtime, her cousin put his accordian away
And pulled a yellow piece of paper from his pocket.
"My birth certificate", he said..."Look see...."
"It seems I was adopted, will you marry me?"














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