Monte Carlo, Monte Carlo

[Stephen Whiteside]

This poem is not so much for wiry sunbronzed shearers, stockmen and drovers, but more for city based, soft skinned, white faced, office-bound workers like me (and, dare I say it, 90% of all Australians!).


Monte Carlo, Monte Carlo

I rummage through the biscuit tin.
(It is, I guess, a minor sin.)
My single purpose is to win
A crunchy Monte Carlo.

Of course, I like Scotch Fingers too.
Anything that I can chew
That's sweet to wash down with my brew.
Best are Monte Carlos.

I'll eat the others if I must,
But they are little more than dust
Compared to those for which I lust...
The gleaming Monte Carlo.

I see the tin before me now.
I work my fingers like a plough.
If one remains (my solemn vow!),
I'll find that Monte Carlo!

Monte Carlo, Monte Carlo.
All the others set the bar low.
I would tramp all way to Marlo
For a single Monte Carlo.

Stephen Whiteside 03.02.2013

[Neville Briggs]

[Maureen K Clifford]

You have to go to Marlo????? Have you tried the 7/11 store on the corner

Good fun Stephen

[Stephen Whiteside]

Only if I had to, Maureen, only if I had to. Thanks.

Nice to see the smiles, too, Neville.

[Neville Briggs]

The poems OK, I dislike Monte Carlo biscuits.

[Stephen Whiteside]

Try them with a slash of Vegemite, Neville. Might give them a bit of a lift.

[Neville Briggs]

Pass.

[r.magnay]

Don't mind 'em myself Stephen... I'm not too sure about your figure of 90% of Australians being soft skinned, white faced office workers though, if that is so it is no wonder tradies like me are getting so puffed out! not to many of us to get through all the work we get done.....

[Stephen Whiteside]

Fair call, Ross.