My First Ever Poem

Many many years ago when I was just a child, a schoolboy sent me presents and my heart beguiled. Monday, he gave me a necklace Tuesday, a good luck charm; Wednesday I had some perfume and a bangle for my arm... On Thursday he brought a sparkling ring Friday, some bows for my hair, but when I answered the door at the weekend, his sister was standing there. 'Give back those presents' she said with a scowl, 'they are not his to give; they are mine! ' So I gathered them up and I handed them back, except for a verse he had signed, and I quote: 'Roses are red, violets are blue sugar is sweet my love, and so are you.'