Priority One
Well, the Supascoota Gang of Five
Were about to ride once more,
To celebrate another New Year,
Whatever it had in store.
The plan, was to start with fish ’n chips,
Then, we’d ride the foreshore track,
And enjoy some wine, biscuits and cheese
To celebrate being back.
. . . Psssst,
Come a little closer, listen up,
I’ll share a secret, shoosh now . . .,
Please promise never to share this tale,
Or I’ll be in trouble, somehow!
One supascootateer, name with-held,
Carefully packed her cooler bag
With all the great goodies she would need
For a fine, picnic nosebag.
Cheese, freshly picked cherries and the wine,
She must not forget the wine!
Some things may well be consequential,
But never, ever, the wine!
A wine bottle is hard to hold, we know, -
Exceptionally heavy,
Our friend selected her sparkling wine,
A superb, quenching bevvy.
As she moved the bottle from her bench,
It slipped quickly from her fist.
Quick as a wink, instincts to the fore,
She made a grab and missed!
Determined not to give the bottle
The best of the encounter,
She thrust her foot beneath the bottle,
It’s downward fall to counter.
Crash! Ouch! It landed on her big toe,
With a force that made her cry!
Best of all she saved that sparkling wine,
With that quick and gallant try!
The contents were sampled at the picnic,
But not once did she remark,
About her home adventure with the wine,
When together in the park.
Her big toe was so badly broken,
It was difficult to walk,
But the way she saved the sparkling wine,
Is a topic of our talk!
Alas, poor Glenda! No secret now, -
I just really didn't think!
I delighted in Gerald’s timely quip,
“Glenda, cannot hold her drink!”
Bill Edmunds
January 2024
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Bill Edmunds 