The Petrol Man

How beautiful you made the day wake
On such a morn
When all I was thinking of doing
Was taking aside time to yawn.
I was grumpy and frustrated
At the day that just went past
Little did I know
That yesterdays short coming was not to last.
I pulled in to the petrol station
Your home for too many hours of the day
I was ready to buy my two 2litres of milk
When you reached across to say:
“Have this pretty lady…
This flower is for you”
If my face didnt say it enough, my mouth was supposed to say:
Thank you!
So I dedicate this poem to you Mr Petrol Man
Even if the price of the petrol was high
I hope the kind gesture you bestowed upon me
Will one day make another girl happily cry…

Luv An xx

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