Poem for Ned and Flo

when thinking back I often relate

Of an aging couple who panned by our gate

Around Worksop town they’d both come and go

And went by the name of Old Ned and Flo.

Ned he was born of quite noble birth

But is there a price on what that’s worth?

For as he grew older he’d everything made

But fell in love with a pretty young maid.

His ma and pa were quite aghast

Hoping and preying their love wouldn’t last

Yet as they may, he just wouldn’t hear

So when they were wed he was out on his ear.

A home with refinements meant nothing at all

To the King and Queen who answered the call

A call from the wild and wide open spaces

To shake off the shackles and throw of the traces

A freedom to wander, a freedom to roam

No longer in future would they need a home.

For no one was happier than Flo with her Ned

With devotion unmatched from that day they were wed

In turn each would push a run down old pram

For the comforts of life they’d not give a damn.

Their worldly possessions were on these four wheels

And yet they were happy though down on their heels

Flo broke her leg in a fall or such

So Ned, bless his heart would push his old Dutch.

Mile after mile around country lanes

The smile on her face repaid all his pains

He noted these things as she toiled in his labours

For these were the moments he relished and savoured.

As kids we would taunt and Ned would give chase

But always made sure he won the race

No malice or grudge did he ever bare

For God knows he took his fair share.

Now that I’m older and I know I was cruel

I’d like to say ‘sorry’ for playing the fool

T’was a sad day for Flo when Ned passed away

She had no one close and nowhere to stay.

After choosing the life of an outdoor pursuit

It seemed that she now had to finally take root

But where could she go? In clothes ragged that smell

For this was the problem they knew only too well.

Kindness prevailed at the King Edward hotel

They did her up nicely and treated her well

Little pink ribbons tied up her white hair

And she looked like a lady whilst in their care.

But she never got over Ned’s passing away

And thought on him constantly day after day

Flo died soon after, they say that she pined

But left us some wonderful memories behind.

If you’re up their Ned, with Flo looking down

I most deeply regret my acting the clown

So true when the time comes and my life’s at an end

I hope you’ll both meet me and say “Welcome My Friend”.