Two Dawns (written to celebrate Spring)

A flower opening with the Dawn;
the beauty of a land newborn.
Its petals open, kiss the sky
inviting bee and butterfly
to sup on nectar, Oh so sweet
so other flowers they can meet.
Then one more flower meets the Dawn
and life once more has been reborn.

Then I remembered I live in Australia so:

The flies rise up to meet the Dawn;
I hate those bastard, Devil spawn.
The Aussie bush is not so tame;
and it’s those mongrels are to blame.
No flowers kissing butterflies
out here it’s just bloodcurdling cries
as bloody flies crawl up ya nose;
to them snot’s tucka I suppose.
But really all I want to be
is in a place that’s Blowie free
not eaten by these little curs;
They’re even worse than bloody burs.
I love this country, that’s the truth
but those bloody Blowies, Oh strewth.
I’ll have to send the missus out
to see if the buggers are about
and if they are I’ll stay inside;
don’t get me wrong, it’s not to hide.
It’s just because they get up me goat
when I breath one of em down me throat.
But I can’t stay in here all me life,
praps I’ll go out with the wife;
they’ll go for her of this I’m sure
then they won’t annoy me anymore.
‘Cos the perfume she wears every day
Keeps every bloody thing away.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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