This is the way life flows
I work all day you know,
wash the dishes when the heap groans,
iron the heap of washed clothes
don't have time to smell the flowers.
Sugar is sweet
honey is too,
I'll save some candy
just for you.
Teaspoon
Jazz plays, lends atmosphere,
coffee aroma fills the air,
machines hiss, froth rises
above the rim of the cup,
steamy mists, noise echoes.
Slim Dusty was right
the sun wasn't bright,
July was wet again
clouds brought the rain.
Tiger Wood hits a little ball
watches it fly high than fall,
it dropped in the bunker
oh, what a clunker.
Greg Norman is newly wed
is not home in his marital bed,
he spends his day outside
why ain't he home with his bride.
The Wallabies are on top
who will bring them to a stop,
pushes and tackles, punches and scrums,
will the all blacks kick their bums.
George Bush has to go
because he's not a pro,
he's a great big liar,
liar, liar, pants on fire.
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