At least she doesn't like to smoke.
It's an interesting idea in that the whole book is a poem where all the lines end with something that rhymes with "oak." 'Woke', 'broke', 'artichoke'. Of course, Quentin Blake is a great poet and everything's in good meter and rhythm, and there's no slant rhymes. But he does have to stretch occasionally, like with "The iron stove she liked to stoke."
The story is two children remembering their experiences with their friend Daisy Artichoke. It's odd. It's not bad; it's not great. It's just kind of there. But it's goofy, as all Quentin Blake is. There's really not much to say about it. It's pretty short. There's only a few words per spread, and it comes across as feeling brief.