The Flower Crook

[helgi]

I wanted to play a game one day, in hopes that I could win it,
And yearned to find a worthy battle somewhere left unfinished,

And as I whiled away the day I found beside a church,
A set of crouquet hoops and hammers upon the sidewall perched,

I set the game upon the yard where green the grasses grow,
But could not start, however smart, without a worthy foe,

I looked about with cunning wit for a fellow croquet crook,
And quickly surmised to sneek inside and so inside I snook,

Or so I tried, but just outside, the ladies came a crowin',
Tryin' to catch the flyin' flowers the lovely bride was throwin',

But as I was a crook enough to steal upon crouquet,
I thrust myself and made the route in snatching the bouquet,

I proudly flouted while the ladies pouted, and boldly made my claim,
"As custom grants I'll take the bride, if that is all the same!"

But custom wasn't what I thought, infact it was contrary,
Closer to their custom was the groom for me to marry,

I quickly threw the flowers back, proper to the bride,
In hopes that so this custom theirs, proper would subside!