There were tulips

There were tulips

From Amsterdam

But I would have preferred roses.

But they were in short supply

An energy crisis.

There once was a futures market in tulips,

One bulb could be swapped

For as much as a house

So highly were they prized.

Not rightly so to me,

In all humility

And respect for the

History of the Netherlands

But one red rose will say more of love

Than any bunch of tulips would

No matter what their weight

In gold.

Add a note or letter,

Tell the story of the rise and fall,

If you must.

Would it ever really matter

To know how the market closed,

A virtual pyramid fell

When no buyers could be found

To plough more money into

A flower market

Yet to bloom.

Give me one red rose, please

It is all that it needs to be

There is no currency

In pretending

A bulb is worth more than the

Coin you will pay to buy it.

There was an old saying

In the way back when

To describe a lack of understanding

Which may be less appropriate

With the advent of modern idioms

But I don’t put any trust

In a crypto-bitty futures market trend

As it’s all double-dutch to me.