It’s My Life


A poem written while drinking port by candlelight.
October 9, 2007, 8:48 am
Filed under: beautiful poetry, bondi, random

House by the Sea, what do you mean to me?

Bottles here, bottles there
Empty beer bottles everywhere.
Crazy bedrooms, one and all
Oh my God did we have a ball.
Six thousand people in every room
Too much to clear up, forget the broom.
Just grab a drink and come and join us
Nice and dristolled then on the fun bus.
On the 380 in to town
Sing all the way, no time for a frown.
Sing on the streets with a dancing penguin
Give us a dollar and we’ll let you join in.
With Sid & Gip & Colin & Gay
Time for a quiet one…not today.
Cami, Amanda, Daz & Rob
Too busy drinking, no time for a job.
Sara the bitch from the United States
Maria the Dutchy who never eats steaks.
Yuta our fucked up Japanese friend
Whenever you’re here the laughter wont end!
The G’s will pop round from time to time
Never declining a glass of wine.
So many boxes of stanley we drank
So many bottles of spirits we sank.
Shithead and asshole and games on the floor
Get’s you so fucked but…eh just one more.
Night-time swimming, too dark to see
When you’re all swimming naked who cares? Not me.
Ultimate destruction, who needs shower curtains?
JUst pull it down, someone’ll mend it for certain.
Bella Pasta; I’m gonna spread it you know
After a rip-snort you’ll give it a go.
So many randoms so many friends
Sooner or later it’s all got to end.
But this is Bondi, our heart and our home
With everyone here you’re never alone.
The music still blasting from every room
We all say goodbye, but will meet again soon.

poem by, Rob, Colin, Cami & Amanda


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