Lavender...

Floria wants her restroom in the color of this poem,

I will try, but the designers think she has had too much wine,

She would have had to drink it, out of a bottle, called a jeroboam,

What else could I do, I needed something to rhyme with poem…

But what Floria wants, Floria gets, so if you will permit me, lets,

Move on and try to establish how to make this restroom in the color she so desires,

Dear Floria, it will get built, but it will take many pairs of pliers,

Or maybe we will have to together sell many pairs of tires…

So Floria, you see, making your restroom in the color of lavender,

We will have to give up and also surrender,

Our self esteem to an eventual all night bender,

I hope you don’t mind, as that is all I can give &/or render…

                   © ed – 4/22/04