Florence Brice

(United Kingdom)

Ma'Am - Poem by Florence Brice

Oh how the jets arrive
The liners cross the sea
The air is filled with smoke
From cars and trains and folk
All wending to old London town, To see a lady who
does really belong to any Mr and you
Dollars, francs, lire, All pile in to all these many days
just to see the pagentry of a million ways
A day of days a happy day a day just once a year
just one day. That's all it is
Yet marks us very proud
As all these folk shout of and say
A happy birthday ma'am
on your offical birthday
Oh what a crowd she brings
So many you reign. Elizabeth on your throne
May you remain
And as we all salute you
A happy birthday. Ma'am

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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