Fiorella has been a little droopy lately. She can't drive any more so it's hard for her to get transportation to her doctors' offices--or anywhere else. Also, her nose is running non-stop. Also, she is lonely. What she needs is a half-time driver standing by and ready. She also needs friends, which is particularly peculiar because your girl has always been the kind of person who easily attracted people. Take, for instance, this poem written by one of her colleagues a while back:
Here's to Fiorella
Who entertains us so well-a
She writes and she sings
And does satiric wingdings
And makes our day brighter
And our load a little lighter
Her students all love her, and so do we--
In fact, let's vote her Ms. Conviviality!
Fio is embarrassed to admit that she can't remember the name of the person lauding her or even which college she was teaching in at the time Further, she has to add that she altered the first line of the poem to fit the verse and altered the second line so it would rhyme with your girl's name.
HEY, OUT THERE! IF YOU RECOGNIZE YOUR POEM, ALL FIO CAN SAY IS THANK YOU, AND SHE'D LOVE TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU!
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