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There’s an ongoing dilemma
It’s called ‘what to have for tea’
It follows you throughout your life
With tireless energy
Imagination is required,
It’s not an easy task,
And shopping for the things you need
Is only just the start!
Time spent in preparation
And the cooking skills to boot,
Can make the best of housewives
Want to cry into their soup!
So here’s to good old Bolognaise
Or even beans on toast,
For life is far too short
about A ‘Cordon Bleu’ to boast!
Happy, snappy orange
What’s not to like?
Less drama than red
Pithier than peach
1970s Formica kitchens blazing
Flared jeans to skinny ones
Dazzling Scandi designer dahlias
Serotonin synapses on a sunny day
A sunset bath of zinnia petals
Kissing amber from ancient forests
Turmeric infused everything
Bursting to anti-oxidise everything in its way
We went to the Blue Mountains and heard the bellbirds call,
Their pure notes were delightful, we loved it one and all.
But then we met a local, she said, ‘I don’t know what to do.
‘These bellbirds drive me crazy, my neighbour thinks so too.’
We said, ‘But they sound sweet and true, there’s nothing to dislike.’
She said, ‘You haven’t heard them all day long, and half the night.’ She's even started thinking that she’ll have to move away,
And she's seen a little cottage up Katoomba way.
We just adore the bellbirds I want to make that clear
Who wouldn’t love a pealing note that’s ringing in your ear?
But when we left for Sydney we rolled the windows up
Their song is loud and echoing and God, enough’s enough.
We came back to Bellbird Crescent in the holidays in March
I was surprised to see some signs erected in the grass.
For Sale! Not one, not two, but three, down by the bellbird trees
The signs said: Charming Cottages! Bush Experience Guaranteed!