She was sitting in her garden on a pleasant summer day,
when she heard the sound of music as a flute began to play.
It was lyrical and haunting with a melody divine.
Through the air, the sound was swirling like the flow of sparkling wine.
She could hear the tune was coming from her neighbor on the right
and she longed to tell him plainly that his playing brought delight,
so she gathered up her courage and she walked towards his house.
When he heard the sound of knocking, he went quiet as a mouse.
When at last the door was opened, she stood blushing and discreet,
then she told him quite demurely that his music was a treat.
Seeming pleased, he asked her warmly if she’d like to come to tea.
He had left the office early and his afternoon was free.
She accepted most politely and he welcomed her inside.
As he’d promised, tea and biscuits he now hastened to provide.
Whilst arranging cups and saucers, he was beaming with a grin,
for his strategy had worked upon the girl he’d planned to win.