
Reality Bites
(c) Shelley Hansen 7/1/16
I 'ave this woven fantasy ter sing upon the stage -
I'd like ter be in op-er-a, uv corse!
Wiv soap on me soprano, I would be the bloomin' rage,
an' all the foke would cheer till they wus 'oarse.
I sees meself duetting with Domingo at the "Met" -
me fame increasing wiv each brand new day.
I'd belt out Madam Butterfly till ev'ry eye wus wet -
they'd cry Bravo! (In Aussie, that's Hooray!)
I've practised in the shower an' I've raised a bonzer din -
that ain't ter say I'm good (but strike! I'm loud!)
An' when I does the vacuuming, the wrong notes just blend in -
I'm shure that Nellie Melba would be proud!
Me neighbour got this brocher frum a travel coot 'e knows.
'E thinks that I should take a holiday
upon some desert island where a single palm tree grows -
unciverlised ... an' very far away!
An' so I've come back down ter earth an' in reality
me 'ead's bin in the clouds, me face is red.
I've come ter the conclooshun that the op'ra's not fer me ...
I'll jist belt out BUSH POITRY instead!!!
