things have gotten out of control
at Rall's laid back shack
her live in gardener
is suffering
from an acute case of
laid backness
he could stay here watch the ants
crawl in single file in the sunshine for months
contemplate the size of the olives
the grove, now the parrots' delicatessen
think about how he should mend fences
and slash jack in the beanstalk
summer grasses lying under the red umbrella
the song of survival calls
ringing in his ears and
never far away in an economy
where you must now choose
between booze or electricity
the country folk have voted
it's candles and booze
sadly, we must wend our way back
to the busy life of bustling ants
the different species variety
Candles and booze! oh, you romantic thing, you.
ReplyDeleteWell as a matter of fact tis true I am a very romantic person. In my experience Australian men compared to others from elsewhere are definitely not.. except for ( ahem cough splutter )your charming romantic self of course!
DeleteHa, booze or electricity --- quite a difficult choice!!
ReplyDeleteNah, not really:) Lucky Americans...your electricity is
Deletehalf the cost of ours. Our government is going to save the planet using a significant section of the Australian population as a blood sacrifice.
We all need to unwind, I personally spend all my money on food lol
ReplyDeleteYou must be French.
DeleteI sympathise with your live in gardener. Men are spiritual beings and we were made to walk about and commune with nature - not actually do anything.
ReplyDeleteHarry the Horse x
Ha...wrong that's me...I'm the poet...I need to commune with nature. He does do a lot really! Do you want me to call you Harry?
ReplyDeleteI love "you must now choose between booze and electricity..." Man, back in the day, I actually faced that choice, only it was "reefer or a roof"! But your internal rhyme in that phrase, brill.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who sympathizes with a live-in gardener is daft. That's the cushiest job in the world, and the least they can do is earn their pay. They get to work in semi-enclosed nature, ALL DAY... he'd better get over his bad self! Ha! I said it. Amy
LOL...sometimes it is hard to imagine you as the vicar's wife!:)
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