OLD NED AND FLO by Pete Brammer
When thinking back, I often relate,
To an aging old couple, that passed by our gate,
Around Worksop town, they’d both come and go,
And went by the names, of ‘Old Ned and Flo’.
Ned, he was born of quite noble birth,
But is there a price on what that is worth?
For as he grew older, he had everything made,
But fell in love, with a pretty young maid.
His ma and pa were both quite aghast,
Hoping and praying their love wouldn’t last,
Yet try as they may, he just wouldn’t hear,
So when they were wed, he was out on his ear.
A home with refinement meant nothing at all,
To this king and queen, who’d answered the call,
A call from the wild, and the wide open spaces,
To shake off the shackles, and throw off the tracers.
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 gave not a damn,
Their worldly possessions, were on those four wheels,
And yet they were happy, though down at the 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 he toiled in his labours,
For these little moments, were relished and savoured.
As kids we would taunt, and Ned would give chase,
But always made sure, that we won the race.
No malice or grudge, he ever did bare,
For God knows he took, much more than his share,
Now that I’m older, and 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 of him constantly, day after day.