Doris Morris Poem by Phil Soar

Doris Morris was a florist
Kept herself quite neat
Her body was a full grown flower
Her roots were in her feet
She blossomed like a deep red rose
Her scent was very sweet
Her breasts were full, like seed pods
And her elegance, a treat
She made up many full bouquets
Dried flowers was her forte
She'd line her room with petals
If she felt like being naughty
Now Doris loved her petals
And her stigma hid away
and it was oh so tasty
That her suitors came to play
So many of them left her
With eyes that opened wide
They left their presence everywhere
And a whole lot more inside
So Doris Morris as a florist
Was wonderfully adept
Her customers were pleased as punch
So was she when they left