Five Glorious Days in Florida
Like flocks flying South for the winter,
I flee to the warm, golden coasts of Florida
For some good times, relaxing times.
The spirit of conquistadors past blends
With my dreamy present,
And I smile as I take another sip of my martini.
Florida oranges. Fresh Florida oranges.
Such a delicious sprinkle for
My delicious drink.
Five days... five glorious days I'll be...
I"ll be in the land of the palmettos,
A land where gators roam.
A place where bikini-clad babes run a-muck
With and around their male tormentors.
I could be one of those tormentors this week!
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