Tasmanian Words: Julie, eat your heart out!
In this tuneful poem Frank tells us of some of his least favoured things.
U3A members who come into class late,
People who park wrong, and drivers who tailgate,
Demands for payment the post always brings,
These are a few of my least favoured things.
When the sun shines, when I don't ache,
When I'm feeling glad,
Then one of the several least favoured things
Will go and get me mad.
Skateboards on pavements, spam in my e-mails,
Phone calls at teatime, whittering females,
The nasally, dull songs a hillbilly sings.
These are some more of my least favoured things.
Then the kids phone, and the rose blooms,
And I feel less sad,
Then I can see that my least favoured things
Are really not so bad.
