A pail of water, a pail of sand,
A basket full of shells,
Being overpowered by
An ocean full of smells.
Sunscreen and coconuts,
Cold Drumsticks made by Peter.
Short nights and long hot days,
There’s no need for the heater.
Little sun kissed freckled cheeks,
Now brightly glowing pink.
Sweaty pits and swaying palms,
I need another drink.
Flip flops and beach towels,
A huge big striped umbrella,
I quickly steal another glance
At that surf-life-saving fella.
By all means, just stay at work,
But on the other hand,
Would you not rather be
Building castles in the sand?
So run away, grab your cossie,
Meet me by the sea.
Bring some wine, we’ll pop a cork,
And snack on Jatz and brie.
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For my friends not familiar with Australian idioms, click the following to learn more: Drumstick, Cossie, Jatz.
Don’t think I would love to join you! You make it sound very tempting, indeed!
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Hi Dayna,
So can I expect to see you soon?
Clare
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Oh I wish! Having just returned from a holiday I think work would be somewhat concerned if I nicked off again so soon! 🙂
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🙂
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I still like my version of the story! It was romantic! Giggle 😀
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It was, but you didn’t make that comment here – I’ll have to add it. 🙂
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What Calen said when I sort her feedback prior to publishing: “I like it a lot! I love ANYTHING ocean and sand and shells. Is this about when you met Dean, by any chance?”
To which I replied: “The life guard was not my husband. Ha, ha – you made me laugh to realise that’s what you thought.”
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