It's the Thought...

John Gordon


My sweetheart loved her pretty earrings

With radiant sparkle seldom seen

Those colorful stones cast rainbow hues

But the posts turned her ears a vile green


I rushed her to the neighborhood clinic

Prayed the infection had not yet spread

The doctor approached in somber tones said

The earrings did it:  I’m afraid she’s dead


I anguished until the moral emerged

When gifting don’t overemphasize thrift

I’ll keep that in mind at a dollar store

As I lovingly choose my new girlfriend’s gift