chuckles 05 of 09
Oz Beach
The Oz summer comes with
taut and terrific
bikini babes
ample curves
wobbly bits
bronzed youths
muscles rippling
hardness barely hidden
even newly risen
steel-eyed matrons
wearing tents
scowl at their
varicose veins
bald-headed men
beer guts swaying
belch loudly with
froth on lips
overtired kids
howl at sunburn
want more ice cream
need good smacking
parked cars jammed
in too few places
temper running hot
the finger provokes road rage
You ask if I
would like to come down
to the beach to add to the din
and go for a swim never mind
the stinger jellyfish and sharks
not bloody likely
I'll watch it all
on the TV news
while sitting in air-conditioning
See also:
01 Stricken
02 Bomber
03 Revenge
04 Attitude
000 Tinkles, Musings, Humour & Short Series - Table of Contents


Comments: 49
No air-conditioning in my computer room, I'm afraid - it is the hottest room in the house during summer and the coldest in winter.
yikes...(and that is just the other folks, me, I'm a ten! ha!)
when I go off to Wellfleet next week I'm going with my camera and I'm agonna look for
those bikini babes
and steel-eyed matrons
beer gut bald-headed men
and smacking moms
after taking their pictures i'm agonna hand them a copy of your poem....
and hope i get out alive.
As for sunrise walks on the beach...Bernadette...you have that right. That is my favorite time too....though I must say, I don't walk quietly...I'm a rather loud and active girl... and so I built constructions by the sea...
Welcome Bernadette and Happy Birthday.
And as for stingers and rips and other nasties, our town parents have solved that for us by creating an artificial lagoon right beside the sea for all us wimps.
so my beer gut can sway happily without the ancillary discomforts!
I like the pic of you in red by the water.
The news on the Australian Broadcasting Commission is about as unbiased as media can get, so I do watch it. Ditto with Aussie SBS. But I also like the radio.
Love it. Needless to say, the only similarity with my West Coast beaches are the bikini babes. The rest, my friend you can claim as your own.
Ok, perhaps I should include my beer gut as well.
A Sea Dirge
There are certain things- as, a spider, a ghost
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three
That I hate, but the thing I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea.
....another stanza further down:
If you like your coffee with sand for dregs,
A decided hint of salt in your tea,
And a fishy taste in the very eggs-
By all means choose the Sea.
Peace,
libramoon