I’m still on a high, this week’s been rather great,
Thanks to ‘Stelios’ I got to see an old, old mate.
The days at work went by without too much going wrong,
Although France’s favourite hobby-Striking-is going on.
A thirty minute bus ride turned in to 1hr 45,
I wasn’t sure if the woman next to me had gone to sleep or died!
I refrained from poking her, I wasn’t sure how it’d be construed,
Concern for an elderly lady, plain dirty or just rude.
For an unknown reason our boiler has packed up,
The radiator’s work but the shower does my nut.
At best the water’s tepid at worst it’s pretty baltic,
At any rate the temperature gage does nothing to control it.
But Bruce came out to see me and I showed him round the place,
I can’t tell you how good it was to see his ugly face.
For those of you that don’t know Bruce is one of my oldest friends,
It’s a shame there aren’t more people like him around these ends.
I showed Brucie all the nightlife but that only took an hour,
So far I’d subjected him to bad music and a piss-poor awful shower.
I was beginning to wonder what else could go ‘topsy-turvy’
Then I realised we’d have to take buses not trains which meant far, far longer journeys!
But not to be outdone and never to be defeated,
I took the lad to Monte-Carlo, which was just what was needed.
Yeah we admired the Ferraris, the Jaguars and Bentleys,
But the sight of a rusty old Escort, made us laugh a plenty.
We both agreed while Monaco’s sweet, it’s full of such pretence,
Being seen in tracksuit trousers is a criminal offence.
I’m not condoning being a Chav, or saying we shouldn’t look smart,
But using appearances as a metaphor to explain how snobbery’s become an art.
Here it’s all about money, assets and value and worth.
No-one here cares about much if it can’t get you status on Earth.
I just want to know, why they eat in overpriced restaurants inside?
When I was content and happy to eat sandwiches watching the tide.
Why do these jokers waste time, with pompous, contrived etiquette,
When they could get out and watch the sunrise or stay out and watch the sunset?
Thursday, 22 November 2007
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1 comment:
Not going to rhyme.
Haiku it is! Heart this blog.
Don't leave Nice next month!
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