Australia

The land down under

Where beaches are pristine

But spiders will bite

As you visit the latrine

(& fuckin' kill ya!)

Australia

A land kissed by the sun

Where wild dreams can fly

Just watch out for snakes

Casually passing by

(They'll fuckin' kill ya!)

We're a rugged lot

Yet everyone's a mate

Except maybe when

The beers are running late

(Where the fuck's me beer?)

We love our sports

BBQs & cars

& camping underneath

Our southern stars

Tourists? We love 'em!

We got stories to tell

If you see a dropbear

Just give us a yell

(Cuz it'll fuckin' kill ya!)

We might give ya a lift

On our red kangaroos

& you'd better wear thongs

Instead of proper, bloody shoes

(What are shoes?)

Australia

Yeh it's stinkin' bloody hot

& the wildlife can kill ya

But it's my home & I love it

This is fuckin' Straya!

©CJ

24/7/2017

It's a little city,

in a little province,

in a little region,

of Spain.

There is chewing-gum on the sidewalks,

there are ashtrays on every table,

there are boys that will follow girls that wear short skirts,

there are girls that will wear short skirts so that boys will follow.

There is also

proud students,

devoted couples,

and street sweeps.

It's my little city,

in my little province,

in my little region,

of Spain.