The Prompt: Secret Admirers—You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from, and why did they send it to you?
He didn’t leave me flowers, instead he sent a cake.
Not the smartest choice that he will ever make.
The problem was, he left it inside my compound door
where the dogs could get it. Now it is no more!
My dogs have diarrhea and I have no dessert.
Little bits of cardboard are carpeting the dirt
and grass and bricks and tiles and every patio chair—
with every bit of frosting licked from them with care.
I cannot blame my friend for this ungodly mess.
The blame is only mine, I’m driven to confess.
My friend’s a loyal reader and I’m a foolish girl.
You’ll understand more clearly if you read this URL:
https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/popsicles-and-tuberoses/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
How cute. I’ve never thought to read URL as a word. Poetic license is great.
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Thanks, Eileen. URL pronounces his name as “Earl.” His mother couldn’t spell!!!
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Yep, you asked for it and he was one who listened. Bet the dogs loved every bit of it, even the diarrhea, as they weren’t the ones who had to clean it up.
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