The Words of Bertie

Not a twitch, not a change,

Just stuck to the wall,

Like an amateur abseiler,

Scared he might fall,

I’m so tempted to prod it,

To stir it to life,

Or to blow on it, flick at it,

Stir up some strife,

But I don’t, I’m not mean,

I’m a nice kinda guy,

I’ll watch out the corner of

My crafty right eye,

He’s off now! A scamper,

He’s over my bed,

I’ll peek up ab…

Ah! He’s Dropped on my Head!

Vacation Time

 

 

Where do you think you will go for a break?

France or to Spain or Japan?

Maybe a tan on a Mexican beach?

Checking out skirt in Milan?

Some folk will tell you to go to Dubai,

Praising its wonderful views,

Others have taken a trip around Oz,

Travelling on kangaroos.

 

Good grief! Oh no! I will not go,

Why not suggest Bobcageon?

No, no I think I’ll go instead,

To the Kwangsi-Chuang Autonomous Region.

 

Yes the Kwangsi-Chuang Autonomous Region,

That’s just the place for me,

There’s room for 40 million,

It’s where I long to be.

 

An administrative division of South China,

Such romance to the ear,

Yes it’s the Kwangsi-Chuang Autonomous Region,

Fare thee well with a song and a tear.

 

Ta Ta!