Don'T Panic
There was panic at the food bank when I arrived in my Rolls Royce
They said I was not welcome with my fur coat and plummy voice
My chauffeur turned off the engine and when he opened up the trunk
The manager’s jaw almost hit the floor; I guess he soon forgot his funk
He blushed as scarlet as a tomato, and apologised for being so rude
As the trunk was fit to bursting with bags and bags of lovely food
I know my arrival in a limousine caused alarm and some confusion
with my posh appearance he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion
This story has a happy ending, as I help out at the food bank
The manager is civil to me, shucks he’s my ex-husband Frank!
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Submitted to Favourite rhyme in August 2021 Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
08/05/21
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