It’s high tide as the hoon’s bow wave splashes over onto our lawn. Which of course reminds me of another Leunig poem:
SEA FEVER I must go down to the sea again, Before it rises up to me, Before the ice caps start to melt, And spoil the loungeroom underfelt, Oh dearie, dearie me, I must go down to the sea. Now I’ve got that off my chest, I feel so much better. Thanks Michael Leunig.Humour
I sit here feeling pretty low about the state of the nation and trying to think up something smart to say about the MidCoast Counci debacle.
A jet skier flashes past our house inside the oyster leases where kids are swimming. I'm thankfully distracted as a poem by one of our best loved cartoonists comes to mind:
ODE TO A JET-SKI PERSON
Jet-ski person, selfish fink,
May your silly jet-ski sink,
May you hit a pile of rocks,
Oh hoonish, summer coastal pox.
Noisy, smoking dickhead fool,
On your loathsome leisure tool,
Give us all a jolly lark,
And sink beside a hungry shark.
Scream as in its fangs you go:
Your last attention-seeking show,
While on the beach we all join in,
With, " three cheers for the dorsal fin!"
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