In Pursuit of Inner Peace

I stopped to smell the roses,

as philosophers advise it.

Alas, no cure -

I'd stood in manure

that was on the ground beside it.

I took my shoe (with my foot in it)

and scraped it on the grass,

But as I turned

I quickly learned

I'd stepped in it again, as I passed.

And so, I threw my shoes away,

as my mood, by now, was sour -

and all because

I chose to pause

to smell a flipping flower.