Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Forgot Us!

We, a bouquet of roses, he

Bought as peace offering for her.

Now on a city park bench, we

Were left by him, when did occur

A sudden downpouring of rain,

And he ran off, not to get wet,

As out of sight and mind, he'd lain

Us near, no doubt he'll be upset

When later, halfway home, recalls

We lovely roses he had bought.

And empty handed, back he crawls

For her forgiveness, he so sought.

A hefty price for us he spent,

But will she buy his hoped intent?