Nov 23, 2010
Ode to Melbourne
I love your trams that glide down the road;
I love the noisy birds that warble and chatter;
As I watch the tiny geckoes as they scatter.
I love the Bottle Brush that hangs from the trees;
Their silky red bristles dance in the breeze.
The fans roar and cheer after a great catch.
I love the sea salt that blows in the air;
It makes my skin glisten and bleaches my hair.
Their sense of humour always makes me smile.
I love the Southern stars and your rabbit moon;
It won’t be long now ‘til I see you all soon.