Ahh Florrie Ramsbottom in her mini skirt
So you knew her too, well she was such a flirt
First time I met her, was down a dark alley
At the rear of the chip shop, next to the Palli

She beguiled me with her northern quips
Ay up ansome lad, ger us some chips
I would have done almost anything, to please her
Even spent all me wages, on Bacardi breezer

I recall how I almost skidded off, and missed
That first night, when I kissed her greasy lips
She were just telling how she were stood up by Gregg
And as he were asking, about pickled egg

I caught her, in an unexpected embrace
Oh I remember, me heart began to race
Suddenly without warning, geroff she begs
Catches me off guard, with a jar of pickled eggs

We ended up on the floor, in a mess
I noticed, she had milkshake on her dress
That’s when I thought, she may be a touch fickle
Realised, I had little chance of a tickle

I only saw her twice after that
First time int dole office, she looked quite fat
Then once in Tesco’s, though that were years ago now
You know in daylight she appeared, an ugly ol cow.

Ay up ansome she cried, while pushing her trolley
I didn’t acknowledge, I thought it folly
But I recalled the time, I held her near
How she had looked so lovely, after ten pints of beer.

I like your witty poem, Steve!

I'm glad you have such fond memories of a previous relationship.

It sounds as if the both of you were having a bit of a food fight as well.

Best,
Carol

Dear **Steve**: As a truly rich story,
much splendour abides in ~your Florrie.~
You lived with a soul
who gobbled each goal
and fashioned new versions of glory.

Hey up lad
You are such a cad
You left her in the aisle
NotChurch (usually the style)
Are you really glad or sad

Loved your tale a lot Thanks for the smile you gave me

lucky escape steve great what beer can do to the eyesight ha ha jim xx

LOL thanks for the humerous poem