Florence
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk)
Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk


I met a little lady
Called Florence,
never Flo
And she's a little wizard
And it seems she likes to go
Into the shop called Cooks Delight
Where the furry creatures be
Thats them by the aquarium
Not little furry me

Its hair not fur in my case
Curly hair that grows
On my face and on my chin
But never on my toes
She has the power all wizards have
"Abracadabra" she
Says and even broomsticks
are balanced easily

She's fascinated by Tinkerbells
Sparkle on the floor
Which Goofy often licks up
And then he begs for more
Today out of the blue
She said Rex in my inside
I have a baby growing
and I'm giving it a ride

When its born it will be a girl
And, yes it will walk
No need to even nurture it
For already it will talk
Wow I thought how lucky
I am to meet these souls
They come to buy organic
food
and act out all these roles

The merry go round, the bamboo chairs
the broomstick you can see
Florence very often comes and shares her
joy with me