AUSSIE PARADISE TIS
Crafty gull of the sea surfing the wind
Invisible roars waving at the shore
Pure suds of bubble white
Surfers aboard on the silverness
of ocean She, incomprehensible
Sand glistening cool into our bare soles
The dimensionless blue brushing our
porousness, our tearable skin
Thonged strollers, their myriad dogs
‘Nd happy little chappy screeches
tangoing to it all
Us’s bikinied gigglers
Sausage sizzling BBQ a’fizzle in my shell likes
Naturally the burnt chop
amid the great farts of red sauce
That scalding thermos of cuppas
And this Australiandise tis
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