23 September 2013 GJ a man with an eye for beauty but poor taste in hats has encouraged our golden topped heroine to visit NZ . He hopes that two weeks is time enough to tidy up after her. On arriving at Queenstown she raced round the sites to get to the Ice Bar, quickly got drunk & stole the beer glass. Had she known the glasses were made of ice she wouldn’t of put it in her handbag where it melted & drowned the nest of spiders that lived there. The planned assault on Kiwi bottoms was in ruins, she punished herself by booking a trip to Milford Sound. Then its of to Christchurch to ponce on Josies family & sleep in a civilised bed. A short flight to Wellington apply named as every one wore them, followed by a quick swim across the Huka Falls & surfboard down the rapids (so she said). Taupo was boring stayed in the bar. Rotorua was homely with that familiar scent of bedroom hanging over the place, but Hobbiton was inspirational a beer barrel for a home. Lastly Aukland, where it rained, and not one AUK was seen. The wizz round NZ was over so on with dry clothes and back to OZ the land of sunshine and dreams for the living of. An Ode To Rachael Our Rachi lives across the sea Among the far Antipodes She may exist on nuts and berries Or then again on missionaries Her distant habitat precludes Conclusive knowledge of her moods So don’t engage her or the wombat In any form of mortal combat.
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 13:54:59 +0000
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