Deep in the nether regions, tingling in toes
The excitement begins in the spots no-one knows,
A ruddy red blush shining each cherub cheek
Makes a mockery of this pretence to be meek
Temptation to dance down the long corridor
To spiral and leap and cavort …and much more….
Sing like a bird with the promise of spring
Just hug everyone and embrace everything,
Become a small boy with a new shiny toy
Tasting sweetness of honey and bubbling with joy
For tomorrow we fly like a bird on the wing
Leaving  habit’s drab grey and routine’s everything,
Tomorrow we soar to the promise of new
To the Tower of London and laughter with you,
We shall skip through the crowds on the Champ de Elyse
And wriggle our toes in the cold Irish Sea,
Savour a croissant’s delicate bite
And laugh with freedom’s sensational delight.
Tomorrow we fly to the place to be seen
To the shores of old England to dine with the Queen.

M.
4 May 2018
Hamilton
NEW ZEALAND