Red Flower Poem by Charles Hancock

We were sitting in the open air
Enjoying the voice of a local crooner
I casually sipped from my schooner

Admiring the red flower in her hair
I couldn't help but observe her smile
She was enjoying his artistic style

And didn't notice my unwavering stare
As she was relishing the enthralling tune
Under an alluring harvest moon

She turned and caught my glare
And said you wouldn't, perchance,
Be thinking about late night romance

I winked and said to her, ain't we a pair
Very much so, she replied
Oh, how I do love my bride