Cognitive Behavior Therapy

I received a box of frozen gladiolas,

For my anniversary, the card said.

For what anniversary? I don’t know.

The card was signed,

Thinking of you, my dear.

I let them thaw,

They smelled foul, rancid.

I flushed them down the toilet

With the rest of everything

Disheartening in my life.

Unfortunately, it was all too much

And I had to call the plumber

For assistance.