Farewell to Michigan

 

With potholes and snowdrifts

it’s shaped like a mitten

For too many years

I sat inside knitting

But when I retired

I came across Flo

Sunshine and fun

was all she did know

Swampland and gators

an occasional skeeter

So we moved here for good

and met her friend Rita

Together they’re perfect

identical twins

We all like Flo-Rita

for it’s a big win.

Now mornings start early

with flamingo parades, 

And bingo at noon

with pink lemonade 

Rita’s got stories

of hurricanes past, 

Flo doesn’t worry

“It’s not going to last.” 

We stroll past the palms

with our SPF pride,

No snow-boots in sight—

just golf carts to ride.

From mitten to mango,

from frostbite to flair, 

There’s no place like home

in the warm southern air.