Five Glorious Days in Florida

Like a flock 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 and crocs roam...
A place where bikini-clad babes run amuck
With and around their male tormentors...
I could be one of those this week!