I’ll purchase a rosebud on Sunday
The day that I take some time off
Then set it on my windowsill Monday
To bask with sunlight from above
On Tuesday, the petals will waken
And blossom in mid-scarlet pose
On Wednesday, if I’m not mistaken
The bud will mature into rose
On Thursday and Friday, the flower
Will act out its beautiful play
Its glamour reducing each hour
As petals dive down in dismay
By Saturday, and never too soon
I’ll have you to fill up my heart
The windowsill, lacking my fortune
Will envy me right from the start