Pansy Simpson Poem by keith murray
Pansy Simpson
Pansy Simpson lived with flowers
and Scotty dogs he loved to purl for.
At ten o'clock he'd stop for tea
with buttered scones and floral china.
His heart gave out when he was ninety-seven,
that's when God called him up to heaven,
and in recognition of his life that harmed no one
God pulled wool from all the clouds
and Pansy purled all day long.
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