Walter M Florey

 

listen my kiddies he's coming up fast

the birth of a grown man's no everyday story

but I know a guy name of Walter M Florey

and every five years he pickles his past

his past his past he prunes his own tree

all his friends who are friends and his friends who are jerks

all his happiness pity pleasure perks

in his office pain in his cell his sea

his shell his love lightness and being

everything todo you name it the works

and then when the night comes to spark all the stars

the canning is quiet he grows in the glass

of his Walter M Florey memorial jar

he comes sweet or dill get em while they last

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Tshaneni, Swaziland

December 1985

 

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