"I'd like some flowers for my wife, please." "Certainly, Sir.", replied the florist. "What did you have in mind?" The man hesitated, "Well, I'm not sure, I uh, I uh, I uh..." "Perhaps I could help," said the florist. "What exactly have you done?"
Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight, As brilliant and as bright As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes, Lost in a soft amaze I gaze, I gaze — John Keats