My fragrant flowers

I planted pretty posies of rouge red roses such scented perfume for the passing people’s noses.  An immaculate emanation with an effluent essence . A balm of bouquet and aromas of redolence . Well everyone and everybody paused for a sniff coz’ my fragrant flowers wafted out a wonderful whiff

An inhalation of pleasurable pure perfection, my very own personal picked out selection . Well I was absolutely ecstatically elated, enthusiastically, earnestly encouraged at the contentment that I had created . when there was all of a sudden and from out of the blue, an almighty explosion of a water spout erupted . There was nothing I could do . So I watched and I waited in a sudden state of shock,  when really what I should have done was run to my stopcock

But I was dumbstruck, flabber-gasted and rendered speechless as my rosebed ruptured into a right old muddy mess . Oh my goodness, gracious me, why the hell had this happened and how could this be? An age-old copper water pipe had seen better days as it burst open in a flumination in my moment of disarrays . Raging like a rotten Rottweiler I rang the Waterboard company where I was put on hold and that infuriated me . Yet in the end well there was categorically nothing that I could do but to sit myself down and have a howling hullabaloo