Poem 4

This poem is called Africa Part 1 For a treat and for some fun, in celebration of my turning 31, my girlfriend at the time thought it would be nice, and so she bought Two tickets to Africa, one for her and one for me. With great delight she told me of her plan. "Four weeks away, the open sky, the desert sands. The ancient and forgotten lands. Ive packed your clothes so please be quick, just leave your bowl by the sink" Looking over my spectacles at her, I saw, that she was wild eyed and manic. I finished my cornflakes. And did as she suggested With my bowl. Part 2 My boss, displeased with my galavanting across Africa, when i was meant to be performing heart surgery Fired me. I was unconcerned. My girlfriend, richer than bono hotter than madonna and smarter than Hitler, was all the job I needed. On the plane she held my hand. I squeezed her left breast tightly as we landed. Part 3 Two weeks we have been here. I have shot three elephants. Right in their heads. I have also bagged two zebras and four antelope. But who's counting. My girlfriend, unfamiliar with a gun, shot the leg off of a giraffe. We chuckled as we watched it lollop crookedly Into another African Sunset. The love we have for each other knows no bounds. Next year, we are, going whaling.