Twas Winter in Melbournia
students rugged up in coats and scarves
sipping on lattes and mochas
sitting where the benches were carved.
Huddled in a tiny horse-shoe
telling tales of the lost weekend
I listened carefully; laughed on cue
an outcast amongst Aussie friends.
A tale of breakdowns on bridges
and how we’d walked 5k’s to town
along the highway, fighting the midges
drowning as the rain raced down.
“Wow, Fair Dinkum, girls!”, Al exclaimed.
I just smiled; and nodded; coughed “Yeah…”
Being new to this Aussie game
Oh, how I felt like a silly mare!
I looked at Al all befuddled
and he told me the whole story.
What he’d heard had him bubbled
and he wanted truth in our glory.
Inspired by Pooky’s Poems: Confusing Figure of Speech