Ode to
Ali-b
5ft 6, with golden hair
She sits outside on a wooden chair
The sunlight catches her hair as she smokes
Then she rushes inside
giving short, sharp chokes
She’s back in her office, No time for the teas
Her fingers so nimble, there’s sparks from the keys
So who is this person, who’s moved near the loo?
It’s Alison Broady who helps me and you
Ali is special, and Ali’s a star
People with problems, they come from afar
If help is needed, Ali’s there
Will she mind? No, she won’t care
But what if she’s busy, will she send me away?
Not a chance kid, you won’t see the day
Ali is leaving; she’s working from home
She can hoover and iron and polish the gnome
Now Ali can party and likes red wine the most
But not till she’s tanked will she argue or boast
I’ve never heard her call others, or moan like the rest
But perfect is perfect, and there’s only one best
Ali’s not just a person, full of warmth, full of love
She’s a giant, a Trojan; and then just a dove
Ali’s been here many years
And now she’s leaving, watch for tears
We wish you luck and all the best
Just try Ali, forget the rest
Copyright © 2002 Evad
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Ali can be contacted at Wyehead Design