Occasionally (VERY occasionally!) I am overcome with the urge to write a poem. Today was such an occasion.
It’s Christmas, you see. So Merry Christmas to you all
Back there was snow and sleet and ice
It really wasn’t very nice
The nights too long, the days too dreary
Too much work made my eyes bleary
And endless winters left me weary.
In driving rain, trains – always late
Would lurch and jolt; I’d fight for space
To breathe and dodge the smelly louts
With nowt to do but hang about;
They really could do with a clout.
Back there, beneath our Christmas tree
Were heaps of parcels, yes indeed!
But though wealth bought us gifts galore
Our lives were such an awful bore;
We knew we wanted so much more.
And then one day Australia said,
“Here’s your visa – go ahead,
Pack your bags and book your flights
It’s time to move to Paradise.”
You can imagine our delight!
And now we live in QLD
Where ‘roos and cockatoos roam free;
We sought the sun, we changed address
And though our gifts are slightly less
We’ve never known such happiness.