Poem of the Day

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Thongs and Boardies

Songs of yore, can be a bore

When they speak of snow and Holly.

Songs of sun are much more fun

To make our Christmas jolly.

We don’t ride sleighs – we catch some rays

As temperatures are soaring.

Hams to slice and prawns on ice

The feast is never boring.

Thongs on feet are not complete

Without our favourite boardies.

And by the pool, we’re staying cool

As Christmas hits the forties.

We don’t admire yuletide fire

Where chestnuts sit to roast.

We find fun with water guns,

Watch the sunset by the coast.

Raise a cup, with head held up

And toast the winter failure.

Sunshine above, what’s not love

That’s Christmas in Australia.

Sioban Timmer
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #49

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One thought on “Poem of the Day

  1. Thanks, Sioban. A well-written poem, and so very true. On another note – thank you
    Teena for doing such a brilliant job with this site all year. Happy Christmas.

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