Friday 11 May 2012
Downunder
I am an
inhabitant of a
land downunder. It
is a strange, mystical
land where each day I ride into
work on the back of a kangaroo whom
I have named, Roger. Every morning I’m fed
my breakfast (Sydney Opera House shaped pancakes)
by a koala named, Ringo. Wherever I go, I’m not more than a
two minute walk from the desert and I am constantly in a
battle for survival against the venomous snakes and
spiders that run the Australian government.
My accent lends itself very
well to an avid
‘crikey!’ call.
Beer is the
only thing
ever
to go
past
my lips,
even when
they’re parched
by the
sun that never, ever, ever, ever goes away.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment