PERFUMES:

He brought her a posy & scent when he came to woo,

 Bought it from a penny bazaar, costing a penny or two,

It was called Evening in Paris, and bottled in cobalt blue.

Years flew by, with them many scents & heady perfumes,

Channel, Blue-Grass, Tweed, Obsession, Kenzo, Nu & Dune,

Aromas of deserts, forests, herbs & sweet flowery blooms.

With babies came the aromas of talcum-soft & gentle repose,

Lavenders, lilacs, lily of the valley, violets & of dusky old rose,

So as not to tickle & tease that tiny delicate & sweet little nose.

Babes, grew up & left home, mum became the vixen-like vamp,

Wanting to be beautiful, noticed & wanting to leave her stamp,

Drops of Poison, Opium, Noir, making love by candle & dim lamp.

Orange blossom & Sunflowers, like old skin, now faded & creased,

She asked, “When did that girl, Mum & vamp morph & finally cease?”

The old man kissed her brow & gave her a cobalt bottle of Evening in Paris.