Heaven (with apologies to ...)
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:27 pm
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“It’s what they serve in heaven.” Simmo quietly remarked.
“And everyone plays rugger there from morning until dark.
They gather round a campfire as the night time mist rolls in
and some one grabs an old guitar and country songs begin.
Guys reminisce ‘bout girls they’ve known until the early dawn,
then celebrate the new day with a feed of beer and prawn.
The barbeques are bonza. The babes are always built.
The guys sit back and watch ’em cook with not a trace of guilt.
Time is not a problem. It’s open day and night;
counters decked with ev-ery mechanical delight.
No such thing as overweight - no such thing as thin,
sculpted bodies all around in nothing but their skin,
you want to be a beach bum? Okay, there’s sand galore.
With tall and tanned bikini girls gracing every shore.
His vehicles are all V8’s. Exhausts are all straight through.
No radar traps … no limits on the speeds that you can do.
There’s a Maccas on each corner with a KFC next door.
All restaurants are BYO - no corkage any more.
Cuisines of every country served early until late.
Five star chefs compete to see who gets to serve your plate.”
Then Simmo stopped, looked up and smiled.
“Problem is you know,
if the Boss is really female,
guess where all us blokes will go.”
“It’s what they serve in heaven.” Simmo quietly remarked.
“And everyone plays rugger there from morning until dark.
They gather round a campfire as the night time mist rolls in
and some one grabs an old guitar and country songs begin.
Guys reminisce ‘bout girls they’ve known until the early dawn,
then celebrate the new day with a feed of beer and prawn.
The barbeques are bonza. The babes are always built.
The guys sit back and watch ’em cook with not a trace of guilt.
Time is not a problem. It’s open day and night;
counters decked with ev-ery mechanical delight.
No such thing as overweight - no such thing as thin,
sculpted bodies all around in nothing but their skin,
you want to be a beach bum? Okay, there’s sand galore.
With tall and tanned bikini girls gracing every shore.
His vehicles are all V8’s. Exhausts are all straight through.
No radar traps … no limits on the speeds that you can do.
There’s a Maccas on each corner with a KFC next door.
All restaurants are BYO - no corkage any more.
Cuisines of every country served early until late.
Five star chefs compete to see who gets to serve your plate.”
Then Simmo stopped, looked up and smiled.
“Problem is you know,
if the Boss is really female,
guess where all us blokes will go.”
...your onto it Wazza!...good one mate!
